...and meekly, even! It's kind of a new thing, for me. Something I seem to be trying out. It's like I turned over a new leaf on life, and the leaf said: "meek!" Spoken in that dry, leafy whisper, to which autumn gives voice.
Then I strolled out among the ground-stabbing trunks, rough with furrowed bark rushing and branching up skywards, splitting out lightning-like into limbs, branches and fingerlike twigs, leaves like sparks, leaping from a writhing canopy of high arcing jagged dark wooden bolts, down to the ground as if electromagnetized. There is electricity in a tree, a slow-worked lightning that strikes in the same place every damn day - a deep and sessile jolt that spreads its
Hey, just a second. What the hell. This post wasn't about trees.
F' it. Go with the flow, that's what I say. That's the new me!
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