Skin Song



Skin Song


A gust rattles the leafless branches 

and buzzes each curl of bark

drawing you in 



by the noise


that now rustles and flaps

in your papery quiet


as discord

that won’t be ignored.


Maybe this frothy, girthy giant

knew its skin song would startle you

out you 

push you

to leave that safe seeming silence

the mute assent

that privilege allows

and honesty




Perhaps it knew 

it takes a rough kind of courage

to answer this wind


for though you know well

how to keep the peace


truth calls to us each

from where peace

is not.

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