Magic garden


Cherry tree dropped her skirts

last night, blowsy pink all Vevet white

& the redcurrant subtle turns

from flower to acid leaf.


Lily & marigold pat their beds

& the sunflower from seed

raise their heads & whisper

to a warm spring breeze


why me , why me?


Yes I have Dryads in my trees

a green canopy of filtered sky:

sometimes on a summer’s night

I close my eyes


& watch them fly

& watch them fly.


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