Rhubarb

Dirt.
Kick it. Smell it in the air.
Right now, it's dry.
Barren.




Soil.
Dig down, under the surface. Feel the moisture on your skin.
Right now, it's fertile.
Full of things that might be.



Rhubarb.
Dig down, it's there. It always is. Always comes back.
Right now, I think it's teaching me something.
I'm not sure what, yet. But I'm glad I listened.


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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

well now

that's petty hopefull...

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Anonymous said...

that should be "pretty hopefull"

(sigh)