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Fragile – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Life in the midst of death, one of the many eucalypts known as blackbutt – the bark at the base being darker or black. This particular tree is fighting for its life. Taken at Niagara on a trail walk.

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” John Keats.

Fragile

Recursive fade,
neglect by stealth,
the ache of desolation,
days poured out in exile,
layers stripped bare
revealing the pain of
inner beauty that has 
been life's weeping,
arriving as resurrection 
without stained glass 
language or tired ceremony
to gloss the moment of this
fragile and vulnerable
exposure of mystery.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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