January 1, 2025

Dormant

This dead thing sitting next to my desk. Crispy, crunchy leaves and fragile, flaking stalks. It’s lying.

It flaked and crunched last winter, too. Summer proved its deception with yellow flowers and bright green growth.

It begs to be destroyed, but I know it lies, so it will remain next to my desk until it’s time to grow. Its defeat is a poorly contrived deception.