At A Glance Poem by Vida Nenadic

At A Glance



You are
telling me

That you
caught a tree,

When you step,
and jump.

Now
that tree is

In
your eyes.

And I
went marching

Across
the sky.

I, also,
was the tree.

Once.
Before.

As it seams
at a glance.

Vida Nenadic

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