Saturday, May 12, 2012

Hanging Gardens

I tipped water into our new basket of flower-friends,
then brought it in, within the porch,
and hung it from the lintel.

Yet then, a storm coming on, set it out again  upon the lawn.
For, flowers don’t mind being watered,
but the rain -- the rain ! --
it is like breastmilk to them,
not just something out of a can.

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