Perfection
Paul Cech
The shrubs are trimmed
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Some part is always uneven
But that appeals to me
That is real to me
Perfection--nonexistent
But millions strive for it
They see its fulfillment in wealth and fame
Workers who labor for decades
Just to make ends meet
Are seen as failures
All laborers
Who share
Who care
Are the ones who should receive banquets and accolades
Such is the dream of a fool
The dream of one who trims the shrubs by hand
Because it feels like a connection to some primordial past
When our existence depended on sharing
On caring
Fools and their dreams
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