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There was that tree

off in the distance,

that kept

inviting,

so eyes kept

returning

to that altar,

pondering its intention.

 

Was it ambivalent?

Or was it

that

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

anything

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.”

 

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