begonias go

the way being gone

goes…
 
 
 
geraniums

geronimo’ing

sooner than you’d think

(for such a ♥-y bloom)

and days of daisies

know doubt

2

…

some kinda’ blah

(those blossoms)

>without graft<

and assailed

every switch way

by bounding azaleas

–themselves missing

morning’s

glory

…

and yet.

Vines twine,

and

tulips

*kiss*

falling open

to

emanate

eminently good sense,

a rhythm of jasmine

my jazz hands

can clap to

>in time<

blues

bella

that rings better,

truer

and

tonier, also,

(as it carillons)

as if Quasimodo himself attends–

all hunched back, and one-eyed, and hearing impaired

…

while orchids jest

with the best of ’em

didja know–

I kid you not–

and lilac’s luck won’t lie

not flora minute

since

~mortal~ sin

freesia bones

…

its myrtle zinnia

coming only

with sage.

©Karen Robiscoe