Pine
“You’re growing on me,” I whisper inside
Too late to save her
I can feel her roots sinking into me
Deeper and deeper
Seeking sustenance.
I once saw a pine tree
That grew out of a rock.
I named the tree
After her.
“You’ll get hurt”, I want to tell her
But I can’t
Her kitten-curled-in-front-of-a-window body
Is still wrapped inside me somewhere
And I can’t find her face long enough
To say anything meaningful.
--Eric Marley
May 2012
"Detachment is a rare virtue, and very few people find it lovable, either in themselves or in others. If you ever find a person who likes you in spite of it--more still, because of it--that liking has very great value, because it is perfectly sincere, and because, with that person, you will never need to be anything but sincere yourself." --Lord Peter Wimsey
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