It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
one lifetime,
you will have to choose.
That great calm being,
this clutter of soup
pots and books --
Already the first
branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly,
immensity taps at your life.
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