Bela:
We sat scattered like saws after
The forest fire
Beards like white plumes of ash wandered through us trailing gnomes
Of a stream broke over granite of cold metal buckets
A tinny clink and a ring betrothed us to eachother's earth
Nadia:
A delicate forest
can have no pines
conifers are the confidence
of the woodland, they never shy
from shaking their needles
hazardous near eyes
eyes can be harmed
and so shrink
towards woods interrupted
by meadows
to harmless old logs,
shelved with fungus
to trees that dapple shade
deciduous
and in the winter
provide no huddle
provide no shelter
provide no
provisions
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