What the animals said
Poem by Alison Leonard
Ashamed of cars and war, I went to the place of earth
and sat under a ring of damson trees, and asked the damson stone
to call the animals round. It took its time, took my hand
to feel the twisted trunks, brittle twigs, the age-long infancy
of damson, its untouched tartness, its far distance from jam.
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