I will not try again,”” I say.
To bring the scent of lilac in.
For twice now I have clipped the blooms and left their fragrant trail behind
Sniffing in the living room
Feeling disappointed.
But as I sit here at my desk the room explodes with lilacness.
Carried on the breeze, wafting from the trees through the open window.
Just one more reason to hope that when you fail to meet a goal
That which you were striving for might still be happening anyway.
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