...the light changes
and the mood
it shifts somewhat
hopeful
and yearning
spirited
yet potentially melancholy
those trees
so beautiful
in the sheer september light
facing, bowing in
temporarily towards the sun
as it lingers
on its descent
the leaves
on those branches
reaching, not for the skies
but for the water
the surface
gently lapping the ripples
diverging from conformity
seeking new ways
wishing
for other directions
is gravity its friend
is time its perish
motivated by greed
or searching for freedom
as always
they will tell
in time
and the path
will tell its own tale
in its own right
being worth it
all the way
* the title is taken from Andrew Holleran's book of short stories by the same name
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