There is a trellis upright in my yard
And its grid of shadow on the ground
And a tiny vine deciding
Whether and how to climb it
Or just crawl around the grass
But for now it's early spring
So its two leaves have some time
To linger in the cloudy sunlight
And watch its shadow grow and die
The mystery is how it landed
Right at that incisive point
Where two ladders meet
Where flight seems possible
Some day some night
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