Perfect from Afar
Photo taken in Woodbury, CT by Poet Rummager
The tree looked perfect from afar.
As I drew near, I saw quite clear –
it was broken.
It’s beauty didn’t waver in my eyes.
The flaw made it more cogent –
for the tree still thrived.
Yet I can’t help wondering
if the pine knew it was marred –
if its imperfection was noticed at all
by birds or blue skies.
Come to me with your blemishes –
your bloopers and blunders.
I’ll want you now and tomorrow.
I’ll trace your scars with my fingers.