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In The TreesFor National Poetry Month, Creative Loafing Tampa Bay asked Dennis Amadeus, who leads The GrowHouse Collective based in Ybor City, Florida, to help us reach unsung poets. We asked them to write about trees—any trees—and they responded.
By Kennedy Engasser
Last NightI had a dreamThat you and I were two kidsClimbing in the trees. I told you everything.At that age, roots had not ripped into our stomach.Did not branch through our esophagus, entangle our lips and teeth.Last night I had a dream. Our whispering words did not change everything.Truth poured from my lips, a steady stream, I spoke, it poured, I told you anything,
All my feelings had no filter, floating free, I said it all.
Then suddenlyI woke up.We hadGrown up.Six feet tall.
I could not say a thing.
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