Ode to the Love Flower
Bound to wake - I must
though sleep lies beyond my full grasp
morning casts sunlight through half-open slats
shimmering hummingbirds flit
hover
then fly like arrows near trees
ornamented with tiny nests
too perfect to endure
yet they do
in mist
rain
afternoon's gusty disregard
Unforgiving sidewalk beckons me
when my footfalls desire soft sand
where I might bury my toes
yet I cannot
Trudge trudge
over what appears to be
a modest hill
It is in fact a mirage.
Regaling the landscape
of another's prolific green thumb
they appear
Brilliant teardrop blossoms
drizzled with dew
a fusion of lavender violet azure
open to a cloudless sky
petals at once fragile delicate
deceptively strong
quiver atop stems like celery stalks
root in a billowing nest of emerald leaves
reaching reaching
their purple crowned heads
lift in the breeze
It is you Love Flower
Lily of the Nile
Agapanthus Agapanthus
flowering blue tone romances
And my chest swells....the concrete softens
Descendent of towering palms
in the hills of Beverly
a cousin once removed
from the fuzzy Lions of Dandee'
Your season ends too soon
beautiful Agapanthus
Stay
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