Poem #3: What Gets Lost to Hope

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It's about time for rain;
three days into April
and everything was dry from early heat.
But all the potted plants
are out of the house
after six months of household dust
and dry heat;
christmas cactus and hoya vine,
saguro cactus and even the orchids,
spindly orchids that haven't bloomed
for two years.
I watch the weather forecast;
it's still too early to trust
this Michigan spring.
Too much gets lost to hope
in early heat.
It's April,
and too much is lost
unless you're prepared
to pull it all in--
no matter how much hope
you display
on Easter Sunday.
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