Indecison
searching through a pine stand
a thousand acres large
for blue spruce
finding one
attractive
a subtle green and
so appealing
branches soft and tender
not a prettier
nor more important thing
and accepting
the bow-saw
so willingly
proudly
bringing it home
setting it up
showing it off
and finally
wondering
is it green enough
to hold my attention
is it strong enough
to bear the weight
of my ornaments
and if not
is there another
in the pine stand
so attractive
so appealing
so easily cut
or
should I just
go home
for Christmas
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