Thursday, September 5, 2019

Watchful



What the sycamore saw
she wouldn't say but
she left signs all along the forest floor


And seeing the corner of a
stained glass leaf
and recognizing that these 
1,000 panels 
are just one small part of one small leaf
in a woods with a million leaves
leaves me breathless
with the math of it all

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