by Elizabeth J. Colen and Carol Guess
If trees could talk, you said. If they could tell us what they saw.
But if you didn’t want to talk about it, why would a tree?
We walked in the arboretum as if nothing had happened. Past Japanese Maples, Witch Hazels, Legumes. Through Pinetum and across the stone footbridge. The math of it, was what you said. Continue reading
