Detritus Redeemed

My dusty green
is planted in
      weedy gravel
whiffing distance of
      the broken
RV resort bathhouse,
      cracked plastic
mended with duct
      tape. Shriveled
leaves chatter underfoot
      in the
breeze. Löwenbräu caps
      compete with
pullrings, broken glass,
      and dandelion
space to root.
      No beauty
knotted dry grass
      struggling to
on the low
      hillside behind
What do you
      imagine I

The setting of the seat—nay, the seat itself—
is but sound and fury, described by an idiot.
Come, O angels, where only fools fear to tread.
Rush in; rush in and be sanctified by the view.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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