Perfect from Afar

Photo taken in Woodbury, CT by Poet Rummager

Thtree looked perfect from afar.

As I drew near, I saw quite clear –

it was broken.

It’s beauty didn’t waver in my eyes.

The flaw made it more cogent –

for the tree still thrived.

Yet I can’t help wondering

if the pine knew it was marred –

if its imperfection was noticed at all

by birds or blue skies.

Come to me with your blemishes –

your bloopers and blunders.

I’ll want you now and tomorrow.

I’ll trace your scars with my fingers.