Grief Grows in Me Like a Tree

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Grief Grows In Me Like a Tree

There are more people on one sidewalk square in New York City
than there are in ten miles of wine country.

I remember all of us holding New York City, together.
How much we must have loved each other!

Now I hear rush hour honking in the dawn chorus: "I am here, here am I."
The songbirds finish their sacred cantatas, and the last rib becomes the first.