As we know, down the block near the corner of Broadway and 4th, a ficus tree grows on the side of a building. It flourishes there and no one can find its roots. It has claimed the south wall; it raises its arms and proclaims how easily what could never be may be replaced by what is. The owners have speculated that somehow the watering system of the building is nourishing the tree, but the tree also nourishes the building, injects it with nature, and reminds it of the raw energy from which it came. The thought of your face clings to me and your roots are spreading within my walls. I may never find them but they are part of me now and they nourish me. I will wear you wherever I go. I will hold you up and show you to the sky.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 03:36:33 +0000
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