Giants 🌲

Where giants once stood
Encircled by woodsmen to cut them down to size
Brought there by felled cousins in buckboards
Broken stones in concrete rise
Sheltering people who dance in the comfort
Of sterile future ruins
That will crumble to deserts of crowded Pygmy moss
Where the whispers of giant ghosts
Can’t be heard over the roaring silence

Β©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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