Each
rises like a rapid sapling: agile
things
that bring some sleek conundrum.
Preternaturally
dumb, they rarely seem
to
even want to speak; and if they
look
at me, it’s almost always in a glance.
I’m
seen, if I am seen at all, by chance.
But
I refuse to think that I’m the mere
occasion
for their being. There has to
have
been some persuasion on some side
to
foster this – all of us agreeing to agree
to
coax this party through the door.
But I do not know what we’re for.
.
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