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There was that tree

off in the distance,

that kept


so eyes kept


to that altar,

pondering its intention.


Was it ambivalent?

Or was it


it just didn’t care?


And perhaps that’s how

it came to call

my name

in the first place.


That while all

the others

swayed tirelessly

in the wind,

this one

would be

the only one

left standing

after the passing

of hundreds.


“If I am to be


like you,

I should

be made

to sit

very still


for very long

periods of time

with indifference

and strong flexibility

to change,


remembering mostly

to follow light,

and also knowing

when the time comes

to fall down,

to fall down.”



Photo by Thomas Tona

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