Tuesday, December 27, 2022

Poem: Fallen Pine Needles

 

Fallen Pine Needles

 

they were born incomplete,

and when they fell,

it wasn’t like Lucifer at all.

 

if some God noticed,

it was only to ensure that each needle

comprised its own pinnacle,

 

never to be higher

or seek victory greater

than a clue among splinters,

 

a fragment from some benighted Basket,

some ominous Ark.



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