he had no comeliness to attract us

 

see the beauty

in debris, here on the forest floor—

living, multi-coloured cast-offs:

leaves, needles, clumps making soil, warming seed;

the sacrificial part of the whole, severed

to preserve new life—

 

in the Spring, raise up what

we didn’t see

 

before we sat among the debris

 

 

THIS POEM APPEARS IN MY BOOK Approach
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