We spent some time today at the park at a Cub Scout event, and I fell asleep on our blanket on the grass, staring up at the maze of intersecting branches, and at the smooth-trunked trees that vaulted to the blue. I was struck by how alike the grasses were, the same shapes and forks and blind reaching for the sun, the way that the water grasses arching over the little stream were hiding tadpoles from my glance, and the way the bigger boughs made the sun dart in and out like flashing flickers on a fish – was something watching us?
It made me think, if trees are just huge grass, then what grows huger still?
If Trees Did Not Stop Growing
The trees are dense with cellulose,
are grasses overgrown. They fork
the sky, they prize the stratosphere
And if they got there, what?
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