The Compost Heap

Way in the back, I’ve cleared a space,

( for all that’s stale,

begun to mold,

release a stink )

a holding place to decompose

those leftovers

which kept  too long

turned slowly rank.

 Here such leavings as fear and hate can


turn dark and moist,

give  fertile choice.


One comment on “The Compost Heap

  1. The Skeptical Daughter says:

    When I run across something like this, that you’ve written, that moves me so much, it makes me think. I was dubious, at best, when you told me about this blog, but reading pieces like this makes me realize that my love of language is one of the finest legacies you’ve given me.


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