b. Making Moments (Part II)

So trees became friends that day
not caring I was singled out
left out
and that I counted their leaves

and watched their arms
swing in the wind
taking the heat of the sun
instead of me, down, below

“money for nothing”
so difficult, so frustrating
to be at the ready
and never be called to perform

inefficiency by them
unproductivity of self
searing, clawing, killing
the soul of the actor

keep your character
and let them
come to you


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