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Pine tree

Delia Pless

I’m not thinking of anything.

My brain is a small table
with only two legs.

My brain is falling over.

Outside the grocery store
I see a woman circling a tree.

It’s a pine tree.

Some part of me knows
there’s no purpose to what she’s doing

but it doesn’t matter

because she’s doing it anyway.