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:
well now
that's petty hopefull...
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that should be "pretty hopefull"
(sigh)
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