I, alone, am on this branch
thin, wispy, it may snap
I grapple with a twig; it laughs at my humanness.
Beneath my legs lies a heartfelt song, someone's first fruit bowl painting,
tedious words...
I question the wavering branches
Emerged into the world, a fish with no gills
I seek out thrills, frills, gorgeous stills
The trees share answers with each other that I do not understand
A leather purse signifies one woman's existence as her credit card
is declined
A child calls for his mother three times
she, aggravated, answers him after posting his picture on Facebook
I have so much love for the trees - I am in the forest now and
the trees speak with me. I am patient, still
I trust in the tree and its lanky branch grows stronger
Under my light, swaying legs,
the melody is more distinct, the canvas more vivid,
words come easily
Below me the disarray of the crowd fades. I am not a part of it.
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