Such Things
I remember long
ago, before my
Atheism kicked in,
when Grandpa took
me on the back
of his four-wheeler
through the woods
behind the old
farm house.
I asked him
who rested this tree
in the crotch of that one,
keeping the path
conveniently accessible.
He said
it fell that way.
I looked up,
as we rode under,
knowing he was
wrong. Clearly,
someone had a hand
in the placement
of such things.
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