Desire, feeling, sensation—
just to stand and watch from the side,
as time rolls on somewhere.
Like a tree.
It stands, it doesn’t move, it waits.
For the next rain from the sky.
But for others — money falls from the sky.
Of course,
the one who buys trees
will choose the most beautiful,
the most fashionable,
the one that costs the most.
But that one,
that grew for years
in someone’s garden,
under pouring rain—
will keep standing there,
until it withers
alone.
The tree
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