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