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 INContinue reading “he had no comeliness to attract us”