a tiny pinch
between my thumb nail
and index finger removes
the newest growth
from the supertunias
that fill the nursery.
each one has a stem or two
over reaching-falling
more to one side then the other.
So we pinch it back. forcing
their growth in other directions.
First a seed, then shoot, and stretch
and above it all, the first attempt
at a bud. But with the ease
of tip and nail, I snip
off the chance, leaving only an indent
on my thumb.
if only it was this simple
to obey, like nature sometimes will,
and redirect
all new green
still vying for your light.
