inevitable as green

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morph it
use a wrench
and monkey it
to sloth
or dove
let it sleep
tucked in
swaddled tightly
under wraps
hoodie up
head down
dig the full six feet
and lower it slowly
or dump it unceremoniously
drive it to the woods
and throw a final bone
for it to chase into the underbrush
speed away

in a week     a month     tomorrow
it will righten
spin back round
and assume its perfect
standard shape
bare
and resurrected
pigeoning home
leaner
and slightly more soiled
catching you at the window
where you’ve been all along
reglazing panes of glass
rather than mortaring stone
waiting
anxious
and covertly hopeful
you’d see it crest again
moving homeward

July 2015
Julie Ayers

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