Oh, but it is so blue
above it all, this sky blue sky
up past these branches,
strategies to gather the sun
even though they show
these shrinking graying days
in the push and pierce
needle and bough this ancient
mechanism to translate
the sun into the reaching will of
the earth, stooped and staggered
before the heavens know
where to begin and end
fingers splayed, the sun beaming through.
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