The Serendipity of Gardens
I’ve tried to write this poem
Five times now
Today and yesterday,
Today and yesterday,
Pruning the vitex and desert willow
Trimming back the Russian sage
Thinking what to put in that border
Where purple sage and Mexican sunflowers
Were a riot of color last year.
In fact, probably more than five times
While weeding the evening primroses
Digging out the irises that won’t bloom
Deep under the plum trees
Too far from morning sun.
In the kitchen for some toast,
A coffee, pomegranate jam,
I think maybe I’ll give up now
And just pay attention
To the serendipity of flowers
Forget the impossible poem.
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