post-deed parentheticals

It just might be National Plant a Flower Day tomorrow.

(and we may have forgotten that one needs dirt to celebrate this holiday.)

So maybe we dressed all in black and waited til dark
and carried spoons in our back pockets
and dug up dirt from around the duck pond,
scooping it into a black trash bag with a coffee mug
and wandering back to our apartments all cas and cool,
like maybe we'd just done a really crazy thing but
hey, what else do you want from a Wednesday?

Possibly. Maybe. At least, you didn't hear it from me.