Not where I intended to go but I like where it landed

Everyday

I Look out this window

And I watch the leaves blow.

Two weeks ago

These crepe myrtles

Who were given a hard choparoo

In February

Said

Hey let’s do it all over again

Before these assholes try and kill us again!

(We were pruning, okay!?)

So here we are

Mid April they decide

To come back to life

It’s an annual battle

With no winners

Except maybe the aphids

(Damn aphids!)

(This is a cussin’ post!)

So

Like I said

Everyday

I watch these ladies

Grow

Grow

Grow!

I guess

Maybe more than an inch a day!

Like puberty

And the fresh branches

Full of green leaves

Their revival

Can’t not

Make me think

About hairy legs

That need a shave

Especially when they’re this

Short

Still.

This isn’t going

Where I intended my story

To go.

I thought

Maybe

I’d tell you something

Poetic

Like

How these leaves

They blow in the wind

They grow in the city

In a small bed of dirt

Their dirt

And

I don’t know

It’s just strange to me

That we live so close to each other

And they have no idea

That I’ve barely slept in 3 days

Or that my friend

Was diagnosed with breast cancer

Or that I think

A lot

About

A lot

Like their leaves

Blowing in the wind

And growing

So close to our home

Yet so unaware

Of what’s inside.

I guess

Now that I think of it

I’ve never wondered

What’s going on

Inside of them either.