Compost

Because the value
of the unexamined life
is so widely known,
there should be
lessons
for dealing with the
contempt and compassion
unearthed in the compost
of one’s personal history.
I can forgive and sometimes applaud
the “old” me, but can’t be certain
he would reciprocate could
he have seen into the future.
I do know we are both too inclined
to blame or credit the moon.

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