Some are fast. Most are slow. The one about rhododendrons took me all of an hour to write. I've been working on this one for the better part of a year. I've re-written it half a dozen times, and I re-wrote half of it, tonight, while typing it up. It has never been exactly right, but I like this version more than any of the previous ones, so here it is:
SEMI-PRECIOUS
If I had known how rare it was
I would've tried harder to keep it.
Instead, without a thought
I let it go.
If I had known how rare it was
I would've tried harder to keep it.
Instead, without a thought
I let it go.
As if lightning would strike again
whenever I called.
If I had known how hard it was
to find the good kind
the kind most only see
once or twice in a
lifetime
I would not have let it slip away
so easily.
As if my lawn was made of four-leaf clovers
instead of grass.
If I had only known then
what I know now
I would have dug in my heels
and my fingernails
bit down with my teeth
and held on
instead of just standing there
watching the wind
blow it away.
As if the sea was full of mermaids
and fish only exist in fairy tales.
- kj
12/19/2020
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