Glorious sights
on slow growing oaks
played on his mind:
the dancing squirrels,
kids on the branches swinging,
and the insects parading.
All this display
of freedom
grating.
“I’m getting off at the next passing bird.
I’m sick of sap
and this work’s absurd.”
Further from his life he swayed
with each comparison Leaf made.
Reciting his rescue
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