see the tree
on winter’s dawn
stripped clean of leaves—
her form poised,
her leg firm,
long arms outstretched.
now, look!
in this season,
at this time,
in this moment—
her fingers,
fine and strong,
have let go
and wait—
open,
beautiful,
patient without pretense,
moved only by the wind.
see the tree
by troy cady
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