Each morning,
I started watering
my newly-bought plants
I put in front of my house
hoping they'll grow
and bloom
into a promising beauty.
Or a beautiful promise.
I now embrace
the idea of a garden
of gorgeous, delicate flowers
with the possibility of thorns.
Or worms.
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PoetryEndings are beginnings of beautiful things. #1 on the end-live-begin trilogy.
