Is all. It all
Comes together
Under the trees,
Memories’ mats
Of useless leaves,
Proof, if ever
Proof was needed,
Life loves its waste.
Treatment is all.
Those redolent
Mounds of compost,
These sweet woods’ soils
Do the best work
Now, but middens
And landfills will.
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