.
Outside,
sleepy daylight kisses a
streaked goodnight across the sky,
a squawking seagull briefly obscures my
view of the setting sun and the breeze
riffles copper confetti from the trees.
I watch awhile, wishing I was as
interesting as an oak leaf, as
focused as rising sap, as
strong as wood, and
as brave as a
tree.
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©Jane Paterson Basil