You are so Beautiful
Do not weep for broken logs,
For those that are split apart,
For knuckled twigs
Or that which is bent.
Is any wood straight
Honor that which makes you different.
A perfect log will roll off the fire.
You, though, are steadfast,
Note on photo: This giant tree still grows in the middle of town, right in the sidewalk. Behind is a kiosk which has recently been bought by a new owner. The kiosk is set further in from the street so it isn’t within view here, but you can see the outside sign, which the owner brings out in the morning, then takes back inside at closing time. Further down is a popular ice cream shop called Grido. Here, many sit at tables and enjoy the outdoors, late into the night.
I wrote the poem while walking Puzzle this afternoon.