where two seasons come together

no coming together is seamless



room

each and every room of ourselves

and of the world around us

even if empty

holds so damned much

just consider the walls, the floors, the ceiling

shift

always it shocks me

what the slightest shift in perspective might render

water cooler etiquette

how the happy poplar congregate

and over there
the solitary birch
and the pine with the itchy feet



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only we can find it for ourselves