two days ago, i chopped back
the ailing plant of mint
that lives on my back porch
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leaves blackened from too
much water perhaps as i
forgot to empty its saucer
after recent heavy rains
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while not an expert
on plant related things,
i knew enough to trust
in the tenaciousness of mint
that my mauling would not
end its stubborn reign
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but lo & behold, this morn
there were already tiny leaves
sprouting fierce all around
and was reminded that
in nature and in every
living thing—things are
not always what they seem
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things that are broken—can mend
fears that exhaust us—can end
hearts where hope appears dead
can rise up unexpected
covered with blankets
of fresh leaves
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heather pound 2024










