THORNBUSH

I fell out of the sky into a bed of bush with no roses. I had been so high and now had holes in my clothes with thorns of a terrible color, and had to have ’em sewn by the garden’s mother.

But first I nearly cried at what I’d done. I didn’t give a damn ’bout the blood on my arms, I was only caring ’bout what I did. I wanted to be sure this thornbush’d live.

Then I met a giraffe in the tallest grass. With an experienced laugh she’s reliving the past. To me she spoke with her purple tongue, and gave me advice I wish I’d known when I was young.

She said, “It doesn’t matter ’bout the seed you sow ’cause she doesn’t want to grow herself. And it don’t really matter how hard you push.” And she said, “Just don’t worry about the thornbush.

“It’s not your fault where you landed. I mean, my God, how could you have planned it? You didn’t know she would get hurt so wrong, and she had been crushed ‘fore you came along.”

Next I met this hickory weathered by a storm. He told me “what she did to me” and not to worry no more. He pointed out scars from winters with no sun, and then gave me advice I wish I’d known when I was young.

He said, “Pluck out the thorns and get used to the pain ’cause this ain’t gon’ be the only time your blood rains. And she’s gonna hurt you more than you ever could.” And he said, “Just don’t worry about the thornbush.

“It’s not your fault where you landed. I mean, my God, how could you have planned it? You didn’t know she would get hurt so wrong, and she had been crushed ‘fore you came along.”

Next I met the mother of this garden’s life. We talked to each other and she wouldn’t lie. She said the roses would leave when the bush ran outta love, and then gave me advice I wish I’d known when I was young.

She said, “She’ll only figure it out by the time the thorns are gone, too, but I can’t tend to her — it’s not what I do. I’ve had to tell this to myself and I’ll tell you, too.” And she said, “Just don’t worry about the thornbush.

“It’s not your fault where you landed. I mean, my God, how could you have planned it? You didn’t know she would get hurt so wrong, and she had been crushed ‘fore you came along.”

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