Gardens Golden
Gardens of golden threaded Cyprus;
evergreens perfume sings me halfway to sleep.
I breathe in the wafting scents of neighbor’s roses;
with elation my spirit weeps.
The drumming of leaping goldfish in a pond nearby calls to dragonflies and they zip by me; lovely translucence in the spotlight rays of old Sol;
This is how things should be.
City life holds no joy for those who are naturalists; only concrete and boredom.
Breathing in another scented moment; I can feel the dragonfly wings, beating time to the Koi drums song.
Another breath and I ride a dragonfly to liquid refreshment.
My vision’s broken only by and old bullfrogs bloated croak.
I am a stranger in his world; “Stop staring”, I say to him and his about face response, says he has heard.
I watch him snap up a fly with his sticky-quick tongue and one hundred percent accuracy; the Koi drums continue...I melt back into my visioning state, again.
The city’s load on my mind is lightening and my heart feels nearly free;
of the steel-toothed grinding wheel that is my thankless job.
Were it not for nature; I’d go insane; plomp…plomp…plomp…the drums pull me back again.
How is it that the human species can take pride in the concrete nightmares they create without a second thought of Gaia’s children?
Again, plomp…plomp…plomp of the Koi drums.
3-12-2022
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
BJ Legros Kelley
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