Pre Order Your Today (poem)

On an out front sign at a garden center that I pass in my daily travels, missing an “s” as well as any item(s) in particular for this pre-order.

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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 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

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, purpose

and that

as just a start