Thursday, September 19, 2013

Practice Patience

All summer 

the fat pot of morning glories 

grew into a 
heart-shaped leaves
twisted thing 
but no flowers. 

Where was the glory?

The day before my birthday, Elizabeth said

Bean, there's a flower out there. 

There was one glorious blue flower. 

Then two, then five.

Note to Self:

practice patience.

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