This envelope is so beautiful
I do not want to open it,
Brown paper the colour of fallen leaves.
This envelope is perhaps a flower,
An autumn bloom pierced with shards of light ;
An unread book,
The poems of Thich Nhat Hahn.
This envelope is not a leaf,
And yet one day it may become one;
A single page danced upon by words.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
31st. January 2024.
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