Don't seek him here
not in the dead dry pieces
Let those fly, float
let go and blow them away
Death has no place
among the living spaces
Sometimes it is in recognizing
those dead dry places
Where we like to cling
it was so good when...
It is gone, no more
visioning it does not
Bring it back to life
only stirs the dry leaves
Swirling back to ground
where they should rot
Becoming the soil
for new planting
Let go of back when
what ifs from another time
Life is ahead
look for it
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