order provigil australia the tree has no need for patience
she lives in the enormity of seasons
the language of water and sun
the rhythm of wind and clouds
provokes her tiny seed, tests
the sapling of her attitude
marks her with bent time
and heavy limbs and lighting
strikes that scorch her nearly
every two years in August
no need for patience at all
just the endurance of roots
and relation to all things
that announce themselves
whether she listens or not.
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