Yesterday, I trimmed the bushes
in my front yard. They’d grown
gangly, odd angled,
and yes, a bit forlorn.
Today, I look out the window,
pleased by their newfound
shapeliness, this green easy
growth, the way their
leafiness greets
the morning sun and I
thank myself
for doing so.
Now, I type these few words
onto a blank reflecting screen,
wondering back and forth,
tomorrow, who knows,
(do you?)
what might
or not,
transpire?
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