Sitting by a stream
pondering the detritus
at the water’s edge
I’m in awe of all that lives
because of all that doesn’t.
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Yet There is Method 
Powerful message in so few words. Gratitude and awareness all at once. Beautiful. Thank you.
Also — “detritus”. 🙂
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This is so beautifully about this stream. And so beautifully about EVERYTHING. Reading your poem makes me stop to consider all of the spaces and places where the decaying, the no longer used, the detritus makes so much else possible. I’ll be thinking on this one a while…
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