to the dead bush in front
of my house.
brown and grey.
dry as parchment.
worthy of a Biblical tale.
but today, for some reason,
i stand in front of it
and take a long look.
it never needed trimming,
for it was dead
on arrival.
i never watered it.
i didn't know
that was my job.
bees and birds have
avoided it
at all costs.
it looks like a tumble weed
gone lost.
blown off some desert
and planted
itself here on my lot.
i look around, everyone
else has green shrubs,
green trees, blossoming
flowers.
what is the world trying
to tell me?
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