I don't know why I try and save the geraniums.
.
They're cheap... replaceable... just ordinary flowers.
.
They sit in old clay pots with cracks and nicks and white lines etched by hard water.
.As the temperature started to drop yesterday, I passed them by and shrugged.
.
So die this year....I'm too busy to fuss over you.
.
But this afternoon, when the first ping of sleet pellets hit the window, I threw open the front
door.....and hauled them into the foyer.
.
Leaves....dirt.....mulch....scattered on the oriental rug.
.
I placed a couple of plastic bags on the carpet in the living room.....and moved them over...
their leggy arms reaching for the door and their former life.
.
The ice thickens on the sidewalk tonight, the house is cold and feels dark
.the heater hums and we are all huddled together
.
dogs....plants....people
.
perhaps I am superstitious
.or prone to magical thinking
.
but I am just an ordinary person too
.
in a flawed and weather shell
.
and like everyone
.
I hope my presence
.
in the lives of people I know and have been connected to
.
is valuable enough
.to be saved.
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