Driving through the country, you see trees reaching for the sun,
but reaching as well for trees on the other side of the road.
The same with the wild vines scaling broken walls.
Everything reaches. There's nothing that doesn't.
Because my gas gauge drops towards empty,
I stop to refill. Everyone is on the journey,
stretch to reach, drive and reach.
Sex is genitalia reaching as do stems and roots.
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