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Ash
Supercharged by distress,
Ash put their energy
Entirely into sex.
New ash seedlings are
Coming up everywhere.
I call out to Betsy
And she says, New ash
Seedlings are coming up
Everywhere. When I bend
To weed them out, I
Wind up momentarily
A supplicant instead.
New ways to watch ash
Reach after rain--
They want to dig in,
They want to fly away.
They cling to each wind,
Hold on to each ray.
All-ash gardens
Manured with wild praise?
Being bent over,
Close to the earth,
Bowing to necessity and
Shortness of breath,
I decide to compost them
Instead. Pop them up.
Let them drop.
Watch while Betsy
Walks this way.
Ken Fifer (Click for bio.)