We crept into the woods
Stole sap with our sticky bear paws
Or no, that’s no quite right
The sap is a gift
Given freely by the trees.
If something can’t be owned, it can’t be stolen, after
All. And we did not creep
We held silence, listening and talking
So that we might hear each other’s
Voices along side the wind and the sweet maples and
The night. The sweet sappy night
Reminding us that in the midst of long, grey winters
Springtime is coming
So fast that the sap gushes up the trees
Freely flowing into our buckets so that we might share in its stored joy
We told each other secrets of our lives, our loves
We told the trees secrets with our sticky faces
Hands cold from scoop sweetness out of full buckets
The forest gives and we receive, grateful for
Its generosity
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