Dawn
The trees that yesterday
Were raucous in the windThrowing off their clothes in the rain
Dancing to thunder
And distant strobe lightning
Are today
Standing in the approaching dawn
Still
In awe of the sun
Stern father
(With a gleam in his eye)
Returning home from the night shift
With a sack full of groceries
Potentialities
Probabilities
Choices
The trees are not guilty
They are showing me
How to be.
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