A guy walks over to the outside display of wheelbarrows
And grabs handles and feels heft and mulls over;
A woman stands at the end of rows of annuals and perennials,
And scans and ponders the flower-scape back home in her mind;
A trucker parks his eighteen wheeler alongside the nursery,
And unloads pallets stacked high with garden soil and loam;
A family stands amongst an assemblage of outdoor grilles,
And imagines the summer gatherings on their back deck;
A shopper pushes her cart full of pots and plants and flowers,
And displays an up-lifting smile and a light-hearted gait;
And as she wheels up next to her car and lifts the trunk lid,
A worker fills the gaps in the display stands with more stock;
Area gardens and planters, window sills, and empty hangers
Await a blend of new soil, young seedlings, and warm forecasts.
May 11,2017
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