stilled leaves weave, bides for breath to move
through that second - fresh feel of the hairs on
my arms reminds of ants. moved moth body
that leaves miniature turns immobile, so soundless,
still as leaves that wait, invisible seed inhales
cold gold spores and shows the miracle up close
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
