Self-Distracted
Gazing through a hazy window.
The scene outside,
it was great and gnarled.
That tree . . .
It's own canopy of shiny red leaves
shading meandering roots
and the wet green grass
that grew between and about them.
Grand tree.
Beheld, for a moment,
like white wine
lingering on my tongue.
The glistening grass.
The shimmering leaves.
The misty glass.
But then I saw it.
Reflection, or apparition?!
In the corner of my eye,
I caught it sneaking glances.
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