On an out front sign at a garden center that I pass in my daily travels, missing an “s” as well as any item in particular.
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Pre-Order Your Today
A garden center sign proclaimed
“Pre Order Your Today”
a missing ‘s’ offering something totally new
on my way yesterday
to a regular day
at my desk, next to a soft lamp I added for
in front of the daily news’s updated, breaking pain,
under a calendar
of family smiles my sister had made
to mark time with memories of days
past
but passed well
to watch over me
and pained starts to days
and I thought if I had pre-ordered
from that garden center
this today
maybe it would be green and sprout and branch and reach
instead
intelligent
but organic
something the owner directed me to in the back with a wink
and a quiet finger to his lips
knowing I needed pre-order something special
a brand new today
one to grow and offer sway
on this day, on its own
not die
like so much of these days
one with common magic
even
like a flower poking out at the end of its reach
and that
as just a start
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