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That a broken flower
could speak or
a bird's feather
found forlornly on the path
tell symbols
amazes us.
The last place we would think
to look
there in the discarded
shattered world.
The petals no
less lovely still sing
a loving intention.
The feather a floating
memory forever lightened
by its past.
The hand which carries them
the way humans can
when that which is broken or
displaced is made repaired,
renewed. Rediscovered:
the most perfect flower the most
perfect feather.
That the flower
has no stem only
confirms it.