A quite tiny little
man
ran under the canopy
of a full-branching
tree.
He ran with
certainty,
assuredly. He knew
the tree belonged to him.
He could run there.
The limbs
and trunk were his, as
were
the grass, the sky,
and the lure
of life in the
day-break dew.
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