Like a gaggle of
17th century ladies
flouncing off in their
hoop skirts and crinoline
furbelows stopping
and half-turning
look back at the
sun
behind them now
what moved the sun
these leaves and all
the stars and does so
on a 24/7 basis
for which every grown
tree is a question or
at least a question mark
they seem to ask.
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