Autumn Poem

Perfect?

We are more than perfect.

We are.   

Just as the sea and the sky and the stars

and the jagged earth under our feet,

tired butterflies with chipped wings,

and the ancient trees,

split trunks shedding leaves made bright in their last moments,

wonderfully, woefully unsteady,

uncertain,

unstable,

present and tangible and here and now and flawed and beautiful.

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