Because my son announces Narnia trees! on his seventh winter solstice
Driving across Nebraska
we are witnessed
by a stand, no, a hundred mile strand,
of wizened iced trees.
From every tip, ominously fragile,
sag shining branched veins of glassed light.
I start to slough my skin,
drop muscles, organs, bones like leaves
reveal my nerves and veins,
stand up solid in the sun,
reaching, sagging,
a branched thing, silent and clear.
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