Fragrant Wood Chips From a Dead Tree

Am I suffering?
Wait.
I am insistent this is my own hand.
Wait.
I fell a tree.
Clarity.
A leaf is really a finger attached to an arm.
Wait.
These lumps feel soft and vague under the sole of my shoes.
Why should this loss smell good to my nose?

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4 thoughts on “Fragrant Wood Chips From a Dead Tree

  1. To answer what I think is the question: death is only one type of loss, so the tree feels familiar under your feet just as a memory makes your heart soar, or the smell of a honeysuckle is dreamlike – you’ve known all these before somewhere else, and this is the recognition of something from a long lost memory from another life that feels mostly good. Great write.

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