Fur-faced, dog-eared slope-shouldered rising
up O Earth your face is shining! With your claw-
fisted open mouth and your breath of honey coming
on in heat-forced desire, you take your solitude
where it will have you best. Rising up you mount
the hidden valleys in spackled damp hollows with
your voice pouring with the slightest push
of your muscled bellows. Father of trees.
Silent as you hunt invisible prey.
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