A small gift

in the dirt
we planted them,
eager to greet their cheery blooms.
but every last one died, suddenly
(we think maybe it was the hooligans next door)
their cheeriness blackened stiff.
but then – this guy!
he just showed up,
all by his lonesome, cheery self,
waiting at the mailbox just for us.

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