In the Details: Untended Road

This week I am writing on the theme of "beauty."

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Untended Road

I'd like to hand to you
(Just as easy as
The butcher hands me
The fresh cut meat in crackling
Paper)
The way you are
Untended.

You talk about YOU
As if you were a
Made-in-China
Tag sale 
Drinking glass 
Smashed on the floor.

You talk about YOU
(As if you can see 
HER at all) by rattling off
Ticked boxes of mistakes and
Failures, harmonized against
Some imaginary
Melody of YOU.

I'd like to
Show you the path down 
The untended road, 
Humming. Where chokecherry 
Hides the
Hermit thrush nest.
Away from the answers and
Questions and with
HER so busy
Singing 
YOU can't hear
Anything else at all. 

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This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live. 

The posts for January are part of an international small stone writing project "The River of Stones."

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