I stopped and sat on a bench by the sea
it was a bored Sunday and the breeze
was at its quiet business.
There was a solitary, rare tree
standing next to me,
I looked at it closely,
the little branches revealed a patient symmetry
of neat grids of leaves,
descending into the trees shade - a natural blueprint,
ordered and free.
I thought of the final moments
of the first and fourth
Star Wars instalment,
when Luke came of age
by shooting into that little chute.
We do what we have to do.
Families gather and disperse,
people breathe in
the approaching spring twilight.
But nothing can distract me
from my journey back
to an endless, plastic space.













Comments
liked that Luke had a mention
hope you're doing aaaiit
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