The secret trick to life
Is you have to grasp it
Even as you let it go
A simultaneous gesture
That practice perfects
So it can hardly be detected
How far back in time these leaves
Have to unwind to find
Your childhood waiting
In the warmth of the first sun
How can the eyes look outward
And inward at the same time
And not burst into birds or towers
If you have to ask the question
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