More Waits....

... once again, The Missus is reading a book and it begins with a quote from Mr. Waits......... she brought it to me and I read it....... she cocked her head inquisitively..... I simply began to sing....... after I was finished, I said, "well, what does it mean?"......... and off she wandered back to the hammock shaking her head (most likely sorry that she asked....).......

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.... the Summer semester kicked off a few days ago at the local community college that I am attending, and after returning from my counseling session I took a few minutes to take stock of my old front porch by having a smoke.......for the last three years my front porch companion has been a sickly little potted rose bush that occasionally sported tiny yellow blossoms - if the mood and the Moon-cycle struck it correctly..... beautiful, yet fickle, it made up for its lack of blooms by producing a boon of bright-green, waxy leaves that beamed of vitality....

... of course, I bought it a few years ago with the hopes of planting it....... and yet it has remained firmly ensconced in its planter pot nearby to the front door......I always viewed it as a miniature blessing as I prowled the porch with my morning cigarette...... a bright, shining vision as I greeted the morning with bleary eyes and bedhead......... but with that enjoyment, I also felt a subtle swell of selfishness for having never dug it a proper place and planted it deep - freeing it from the plastic confines of its black Home Depot prison cell.......

..... that all changed after my first Anthropology class........ after having learned of the Complexity and Purpose of Mankind, I took it, finally, and planted it three days ago....

.... I planted it, pride of place, in a small flowerbed that was occupied by a solitary evergreen shrub on the left side of my driveway...... the going was hard since the soil of my lawn is notoriously unforgiving..... but after many drips of noonday sweat the clay finally gave way and a hole finally appeared......... and with that, the rose had a new home away from the shade of the porch....... now it would enjoy the fullness of the afternoon sunshine.....

..... of course, my original thinking was that occasional cheery yellow blooms would happily accentuate the deep, earthy hues of its low-slung piney neighbor........ but sadly, it was not meant to be........ the pretty yellow rosebush now stands as a skeleton of itself...... once green leaves are now a deep shade of rust..... why did it die once I planted it after having lived happily on the porch for three years?..... I honestly have no idea...... perhaps it was its time?..... perhaps the shock of being placed in the bright sunlight after years in the shade shocked it into oblivion?......

.... I just don't know...... but, that said, I now spend my mornings cupping a coffee and wishing that I'd left the little guy safely nestled in his plastic prison...... it may have been a prison, but at least the rose was alive......

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