then there was grace

our detritus is discarded in heaped

bundles on unborn verges of lawn

 

strewn across an aged and tender land

treeless and reddening in the desert sand.

 

waves build banks across vast stretches

of seething nothingness filled with waste

 

time in the sun numbs, we have dumped

our thoughtlessness in barren, arid land.

 

yet the desert adjusts its swollen face

sores, heaving and rolling over landfill

 

to cover man-made mounds and little hills

with gentle, infinitely returning specks of grace.

 

 

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