Privet
David Noah
2-26-14
I pull privet from the dirt with both fists
and think the world a better place, knowing,
as I bend, that privet makes endless lace
beneath my feet: its grasp exceeds my reach.
Every day I throw away one true thought
as though thoughts were ocean and truth was rain,
and still go on living, never minding
the loss or missing the sound that it made.
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