Useless

the scissor trims
taking only what is necessary

for the design
the excess becomes

useless, thrown
away

and those which
are meant to stay

stay, and become
a part of

a new landscape
flowers

and leaves
and stones

in her own kind
of tapestry

and those who
are thrown away

shall keep the
faith of
next time

nothing diminishes
the importance later

of what she deems
as useless

that night
she thinks that something

is missing
yes, the grass.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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