In some woods
there are words.
Whispered on winds
Winging from skies
down spiraling tree trunks into worlds and waters.
Waiting and wondering
Wafting on crispy crunches of feet.
In some hearts
there are words.
Singing in smiles
Shouting from skies
and peppering friendships with smart, seductive spice.
Supple conversations.
Laughing, in late night philosophies.
Hiking,
talking,
catching up.
Words whisper on the wind.
Never caught by a camera.
Never held.
Always new;
Always old.
Together.
Used for years and never discarded
....Like friendship and forests
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