the walking stick

the stick is walking around the garden
slowly and with uncertainty, yet

touching and turning and flicking leaves,
falling once, then leaning down to collect

a birch leaf and take back indoors as
evidence of having perambulated, the tip

dampened by a poking in dew on grass
and the rest from its brief recumbency

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