The Gardener
I was a Pansy-shy Wallflower
My eyes lowered to cool earth
Then you came, Marigolden-haired
Corn Cockle bold
Snap Dragon brazen
Your Tulips dripped promises with sweet Baby’s Breath
Irises reflected my longing
You wooed your pink Naked Lady
With coiled Trumpet Vine embraces
I was singing Morning Glory, Sweet William!
Then you left, uttering
Forget Me Not, My Flower of an Hour
Deep Violet remorse
He loves me not he loves me not he loves me not
Daisy plucked bare
In time I stood again, blazing, Torch Ginger-emboldened
My eyes upraised to Wild Rose tomorrows
So come back, my Calla Lily lover, so I may tell you
What I have learned
About soil and fertility
And what you can do
With your Aster and a Red Hot Poker.
Jacarandas
Jacarandas in purple
Like a procession of kings
Draped in rich ostentation
But dynasties fail
Unappreciated blooms
Drift on Sleeping Toyotas
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