Play

White seeds dance softly
under the canopy
between the school 
and the weather-beaten houses—
dancing, playing, leaping—
the strength of the tree
miniaturized 
to these flutters,
tricks of light
that know one day
they will be taller than light posts
stronger than fences
tougher than cement—
drinking light, eating earth,
standing up to storms—
but for now
they fly eagerly 
toward the basketball court 
to play

Written April 2023, while sitting in car watching seeds float on the wind.

non-rhyming, freestyle, short, musings, nature, recently written