A photo and a Poem, Normative Claims, 11 Feb

From our bedroom balcony rising in the west
a spread of boughs in first light comes alive,
glistening limbs white as bleached bones.

I have never searched for it over the creek,
a lack of ambition. Waiting for the sting of the sun
I still feel existence is an underrated attribute.

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