Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Sort of Forward

Proud svelte
maple
of  adjacent forest
avant-garde,
it's so radically
simple—you
are free!
to just stand
and occupy
one place endlessly—
and there's this
instant
where I'm—fixed
halfway
between each
step of my recycling
stride—when I feel wobbly like
I'm trying
to imitate
you perfectly—
but then,
there! see,
that's just the double-
bind:
what sort of
freedom
is perfection?
what sort of tree

—tries?

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