Nature is overwhelmed with places of worship

by Bruce Alford

The roadside ditches bow with purple Canna Lilies. They roil from their orients—and Elephant Ears, tall with heart-shaped leaves, chartreuse and emerald green.

Have you grieved because your life is empty of them, these things that clump in ditches, even in sewage? Each leaf enchanted and wondered a boy whenever he disputed it: when he spat, and his spittle ran down its rib. The plant has made amends for life’s resentments. Nevertheless, you are human, and you hurt. Even so, you learn from this; thinking of it somehow makes you a better friend to yourself.


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