The first chance
Of feeling today’s
Sun belongs to
The tallest of
Tall trees here
Just now their
Canopies are squinting
In early day
These tall trees
Stand head and
Shoulders above others
Like gangly taller-than-mates
Eighth graders in
Class photos the
Dawn sun moves
Across these trees
Like a slow
Yellow caterpillar across
The leaves of
It’s lunch eventually
Scorching everything with
The noon heat
