green arc of tree canopy
against refracted blue
in cloudless sky
framed by tall narrow window
in this darkish room
it’s the arc we live
so delicate wavering in wind
greenness our gift to the frame
gradual up and
gentle down
I only see part
through window
from one angle
from this far
away
but the story is mine
below the dome of sunspilled blue
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