at any given time a conversation can turn dark. mention malachy. or catastrophe. or asteriod. cassandra heard, and no one believed her. but the physicists. and they make no secret of such things.
in the meantime, everyone's children grow.
at times in the yard, i prune. and even though the plants know this, mornings after the mist lifts, they spring. green. with a bud for flowering.
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| mist and green, early morning |
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