Little twinkle

like the leaves turn over on themselves,
and it creates this false
fluttering, twinkling.

I am in love more than once a day,
with more than one thing a day,
I am not sure why I feel this way,

I am not sure if the tree flutters
because I am here or because
the wind moves it this way.

But I like to think it’s a bit of both.

7/3/2021