the optimistic season

Springtime.
I hand you things to pay for
at the busy garden center
We tell ourselves
these will be blooms
instead of snacks for the deer

Morning glory sprouts nestle
in tiny plastic pots
I plant them around the lamp post
again
Despite last August’s
photographic
evidence of just how high
a deer can reach
Delicious

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  1. I understand so well….

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