I wasn’t thinking
you know me
pruning a tree
getting rid of dead bracnhes
from a wim
the lady passed by with her poodle ahead
“va duktig du är Julio” she said
that is, in protestant speak, doing well Ese.
Thank you I said.
Am just taking dead branches away I muttered or said or bespoke whatnot.
Not the one to take praise willingly
The lady said it was good I did so because then the tree would fare better
How so I answered
because then the fresher branshes could spand freely.
Little did I know that inbetween the nugget a truth was told
She had cancer in her arm.