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Watching you grow
free verse
I wish a foolishness of flowers to
Grace your garden, an idiocy of
Irises, a daftness of dahlias,
Yes…even a recklessness of roses.
Let them flourish and grow and scent and be
As they are, twining their path, pushing through
Hard spaces, as the butterflies and bees
Pass their secret messages one flower …
… to the other, in curious ambits
Of dizzying flight. All will flourish, bloom,
Then wilt, then stocking passions in roots and
Seeds and other hidden places feel those
Buds burst through fresh clean earth. Shoot and stem
And leaf and bright busty blossoms calling
Out that they are woken, are and will be
Until there is no more to see so bright.
Let them have their wild while in the garden
To unfurl, to reach to spread, so bonny,
Buxom opening to new thoughts, breathing
Sweetness to air as possibilities
