When your life
looks back—
As it will, at
itself, at you—what will it say?
Inch of colored ribbon cut from the spool.
Flame curl, blue-consuming the log it flares
from.
Bay leaf.
Oak leaf. Cricket. One among many.
(from "When
Your Life Looks Back," Jane Hirshfield)
image: Christie B. Cochrell, January oak in the late
afternoon sun, Los Altos Hills
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