This broken tree
and the stream
and mud and weeds
around it--everything
about it is beat-up,
beat-down, scruffy
and accidental. Still,
the wan sun shines down
as weakly on it as on
any rising great palatial
forest, as if saying
there is no failure
or success in striving, only
being in the end, and then
in the beginning, again.
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