As I stood for a while
beneath a tree . . .
Which is not mine . .
And I cognize
ANTHROPOMORPHIZING
Nature; the Flora the Fauna;
the UNIVERSE
is a strange thing to do . . .
when I look at trees, I think of the skeletal forms
and the volume of them.
Everything goes my way,
or I flow over
around
under it, changing my dimensions as I go...
birch trees, heavy rocks . . .
Dandelion
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