Words I have written - Poem by Raymond A. Foss

Someone finding,
fragments, words I have written
calling them to these snippets of my life
from so far away

Wondering why they found them
why they spoke to their hearts
how the words I was gifted
came to have meaning for their lives

October 30, 2009
on seeing someone from
Salmon Arm, British Columbia
search on Google for
“As Threadbare As Old Cheesecloth by Raymond A. Foss”;
remembering how long it took
for the words of that poem to come
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As Threadbare as Old Cheesecloth

Last year's maple leaf, or maybe older still
no flesh remaining, just the dry bones
maybe the veins and arteries,
yes, that may be the way
to describe what remains
as threadbare as old cheesecloth,
paperbag-brown, like corn starch to the touch
complicated intricate structures
a lattice, a spider's web of design
just resting there, on the lawn,
uncovered in our furious raking
gathering in the loss of last year's fall
to be turned back into soil
an old leaf, as threadbare as old cheesecloth
a treasure to be found in the green of the moss
the rich whites and yellow
of the wild strawberry blossoms
hidden in plain view
for those who discover their beauty

May 21, 2009
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