a visit
to the garden
bench
where conversations
and pleas for sanity
so easily travel
through the topiary
naked lady plant
wearing espadrille and plaid
wedge heels
explaining
she finds herself
a figure less than tragic
and is quite pleased
with her shadow
despite the observations
of the old walnut tree
he whisper rants
and adores her
though he despises
where she has taken root
his leaves quake as he accuses her
of being
a flower planted
in the act
of unknowing
she adjusts her petals
responds with a smile
and purrs
though she has
just recently bloomed
the lesson has been learned
that
contentment
comes from realistic
expectations
proper placement
for pollination
with consideration for
sunlight and water
she welcomes transplantation
and the opportunity to thrive
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upon my word, those are good words…