You arrived with a ficus
a living tree in my house
something new.
We moved the ficus to our house
dressed it up with lights
small white ones.
You watered it
Sundays and Thursdays
at least a thousand times.
Nourished to death,
no space to grow,
we moved the ficus out.
Uncontrollable growth,
no space remaining, and
motionless, they moved you out.
I bought a ficus the other day.
I water it
Sundays and
Thursdays,
of course.
Submitted by Theresa
theresa0714@comcast.net
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