Alice was the stay awake fag
smoking late evening
early morning kind
I didn't notice
until now, a neighboring branch friend,
silver and peeling
extremity on
the tree that only 
knew to know.  She understood
when I was snapped off
the sleeping wood to
sleep in common rooms.
I , a branch that, kicked myself
out of her tree too,
once, to be a part
of dominating
birch.  Alice has broken, freed herself
with strength never seen, 
and merging life with the 
brown decaying leaves
smelling of a fall.

A
fall.
Two stories Alice,
one I can read and
hardly understand,
the other makes perfect sense.