Unexpected Delights
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An ash, the kind of tree which no one cares About, the kind cut down and not replanted, Turns the most amazing yellow each year When the autumn comes, and look at you! Out of the office, hair unbunned and glasses Off, you nearly outshine that old tree. I weary of self-conscious beauties, Cherries blossoming in spring and babes Too done-up for a trip at midday To the grocery store. I much prefer surprise Unveilings, trash trees along fence rows Showing off their autumn underwear, Or you, Miss Mousy from accounting, Shyly showing yours. © Lawrence Beck 2023
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