in places

in the morning there was sunlight
it drifted down through the trees
in that summer way
holding its breath
waiting to be noticed
for someone to look up and sigh
to let it breathe

to have found purpose
though in other places
or other moments
it would claim such purpose as
some silly peripheral thought
to be discarded
or held
in equal measure
whenever the time was right

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