I wake and choose a day
I get lucky with Monday
a solitary holly tree standing
silent at dawn in my garden
it will never bear red fruit
yet it needs trimming
as its leaves shed
this season; odd
and a bit prickly
out of its time
but forever
in mine
it would've picked Monday.
Tuesday, 21 April 2020
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