The Awakening
By Richard Rensberry
He stands at the edge of the creek
in the forest. If I stare
long and hard enough
it’s a tree, not a Bigfoot.
The tree’s image
has been spoken into my brain.
I can see it there,
thick trunked and multi-limbed,
thoroughly convincing me
it’s an oak or a beech.
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