Like our own capillaries,
tiny branches reach into the vacant space around them.
Light - air - water - even snow
sustain them.
Their movements unobserved,
they inch, surreptitious, into the air,
curve toward the window,
stare in at us
as if to say,
"How sadly self-contained you are."
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