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2002 I saw the loneliest thing yesterday,
just crying out for a poem.
A dark night, children running excitedly from one house to the next.
I smile despite my sadness and watch.
I happen to look up and am startled by what I see.
A lone tree
it's branches and every last twig,
completely bare
all except for one tiny little thing, a tiny little leaf
still clinging on
still living
while I watch it in awe and wonder and envy,
as I realize what she meant.
