The plants I thought I killed
at least three times once by
drowning once by freezing and
once by thawing too early may
have survived my ineptitude as
there are three sprouts shooting
up from the darkness of the soil
in the pot in my garage all winter
like hope springing eternal until
you find out it's three weeds but
you don't care because everything
is finally coming alive once again.
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