you have no green thumb.
nothing grows
that you plant.
weeds and ivy seem to be
your thing.
you survey your square
of land
and ponder pavement,
gravel.
maybe a wooden deck
from fence to fence.
but in the corner is a bush
you didn't even know
you had.
it's blooming a pink
bright color.
maybe you do have skills
after all.
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