Relocation

by Annette Snyckers

I think of trees,
mute beings,
reaching for the light,
how we cut them back a bit,
dig around the roots
to lift them out of settled soil,
plant them in another spot,
pamper them a while,
mostly they adapt.

I think of people,
babbling beings,
reaching for the light,
cut back,
moved from settled soil,
not pampered,
mostly they adapt.

But some
do not embrace the soil
do not sprout new roots,
do not endure.

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