Looking Forward

She realizes now
that she did not
put her best
effort forth.

Is it too late?
I wonder.

I’ve catalogued
the times
when output
was slim.

To nothing.
I admit.

But in those
moments of
slag, found
something else.

Time spent,
isn’t wasted.

Even now,
as I stare
at the tree
that will bud.

Seemingly lifeless.
Yet reawakening.

I want to
tell her that
her laissez-faire
was purposed.

Nothing is
not happening.

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