stands so softly
in bed of branches and leaves
tiny birch with gold leaves
rises up front leg
hands curled like autumn
hang lightly at sides
straw hair a jangle of curls
blends into background blur
oh he is a junior Puck ready to circle
the globe to find the perfect plant of love
this moment of stasis so rare for he will run
and jump and test his body on the path
yes this you can see in those
tentative dark forest smiling eyes
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