pruning the branches changes the shape of the tree not the tree itself
the avocado doesn’t wait, it’s either ripe or has gone rotten
the plant we’d step on last week, is now the subject in a photograph
the one, different might know something others don’t or they are just wrong
no longer frozen my windows reveal a view that’s largely unchanged
ice locks the windows to the outside world; patience knows they will open
the frozen window tells the truth, yet some of us will lick the lamppost
anyone watching which way the wind is blowing expects some setbacks
a change in the wind cannot bring about real change unless it’s sustained
as the wind changes direction, we can almost see the ice melting
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