The lowest limb on the closest maple
has just been led by the wind
into a graceful dip
so subtle,
so quick if I had not been looking
I could not have nodded
my applause, would have thought
how strong and sturdy that maple is,
but now I know
it likes to dance like me and the wind
is its favorite partner
because it will not move just
with anyone.
-Byron Hoot
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