Savage Garden
Morning glories have made
The sunflowers sad,
Bowed down as they are
By the weight of their clingy burden.
While carefree, innocent clover
Lead on to the greenwood
Where gray wolves conspire with ravens,
And whatever’s been eating
Tiger lilies along the fence
Waits with patience
In deep summer shadow.
Economies of profit and loss.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2022
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