The turning

We burn them in bundles laid out on red hot coals

Unwanted papers

Little twigs and big logs holding our hubris and self determined debris.

The crackling fire transforms them

Carrying them away as smoke until

Only ashes remain.

We gather these ashes

Carry them to resting garden beds

To feed tomorrows soil

Where seeds will rise

Turning over yesterdays detritus into something new

Today as the wheel turns.

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