We have no language.  
No words learned
and exchanged. 
We talk with our eyes, 
with our decisions, 
with our choices. 


We talk like trees, 
slowly, silently. 
We stand like hedges. 
Who could mistake
the message of a
cultivated border, 
of something small 
refusing defeat, 
stubbornly pledging 
to live on dirt, 
the earth itself 
if necessary... 


We have no words, you and I, 
we speak through example. 
It is our lives we exchange,
not the rules and conventions 
of men. 

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