i_was_barefoot

i was unaware

at least briefly

as i stared.

it was just a

picture

framed on a wall.

i tried blocking out my own reflection in the glass

then i saw it.

or

at

least

it

was

slowly

coming

back

into focus.

the stillness. the wind.

the sun's intoxicating warmth.

the mystery.

yes.

i remember that place.

i was

barefoot

the day i found it.

my tree.

almost too

perfect to be

real.

our tree.

of everything.

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