by Sarah Henry
A sullen man trims his hedge
unevenly with many false
starts and unhappy endings
He could be doing something
else. He stops pruning and
rakes away the scattered
clippings. A few brown leaves
do not impress him.
The man shrugs and
walks toward his house.
He goes inside,
closes the door, and
more leaves darken.
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