As if some palm unseen,
ever pressed from the sky,
made those tallest pines
meet one ordained height
which the scaly boughs
could not pass
so they gnarl and bow
as they twine and wind
the scorching sun,
and yet so even—
and thus they graze and rub
and scent egret plumes and wings
that bring them regal white
with silence braided into breeze.
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