Yellow locust leaves criss-cross the
sky, hither-and-yoning like a girl I once knew who couldn't decide
what to do with her life so she hurried into one thing after another
until finally she had to stop and rest like the locust tree which
will take its repose before emerging in white glory, announcing
The lost girl will find her way into
The view is better there.
But every so often, the girl will come
back to the woods and immerse herself in nature's orderliness which
we humans read as wild confusion because we do not understand.
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