It looked to me
as I walked
in the early winter morning
that someone as big as God
had gone to a pile of sticks
and removed them one by one
and stuck them
in a haphazard fashion
along the horizon.
into the frozen earth.

I watched the sun
come through them
and couldn’t believe
that they were trees
and would soon
be leafing out.

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