Word Stacks

My stacks of words run left to right
while those of the forest go up and down.
Mine have capitals and periods to signal
time, while those continue growing.

Mine I use to hold a thought
when it spills forth from my mind.
Those speak always without thought–
even when no one’s listening.

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