Where is the goodness
in standing alone?
Is it bedside?
In the yard?
Hidden beneath the boughs
of the live oak planted before you were born?
Yes, it is there.
It is in the weak flow of the brook behind Seth’s house, also.
And at the intersection of 3rd and Main.
Yet this goodness asks not to be seen;
it would prefer to be left alone, for now.
It is of no use to you yet.
Needs some touching up. First four lines and maybe elaborate more near the end