SAWTOOTH
I wonder if the snow that drops
from the limbs of the fir trees
where it has collected has any
awareness of itself and what is
happening. I wonder if the Spring
grass that grows in the depressions
of the wood in an old, farm fence
knows? We can see it still growing
some two or three weeks later, before
it dies of its dryness and isolation,
but I wonder if it knows how out
of place it was. Just as well, I
wonder, as human, it we are
supposed to be aware of
these things at all.
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