How many years now?
the tree still
not in bloom.
Oh, I feel the pain in this one! Whether it’s a flowering dogwood that never flowered or just some bloomless bush. It should have worked. It was planted.
What to do then with a “ruined” plant. Prune it—all the way. Whack that sucker! Make room for those “red begonias.”
Also, I love that the poem ends with “empty sunlight.” I get oh, so weary of poems extolling the virtues of sun, as if sun is always a smiley face in the sky. Not in August in Texas.