Blind Ambition (Day 19)

(Day 19 of National Poetry Writing Month.)

I killed them

accidentally

all the flowers

pulled like weeds

I thought they were

and I ripped the live branches

off of your favorite bush

in an effort to prune it

and I raked up perennials

amid the dead leaves

headed for the trash bag

and I smiled

thinking about how happy

my efforts would make you

how you’d come home

and kiss me

for being thoughtful

and helping you out

but that is not

what happened 

 

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