Outside

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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

14 thoughts on “Outside

  1. This poem is amazing! It really speaks to you when you’re reading it and I can totally understand everything you trying to say. The vocabulary you use to describe is perfect it really captures all the details. I really enjoy your take on the outdoors and I am excited to read more.

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