Not Listening
NOT LISTENING
Choral gladioli in formal circles,
Standing awkward beneath the pines’
Shade - their pinks and purples
Gasping in the gloom for sunshine.
Immersed in a happy crowd mustered
Around them - dandelions in masses
Like children in unruly jostling clusters,
A natural attraction - yellow dresses
Dancing to the music of the breeze,
Laughing and touching heads,
Fast growing, well rooted - at ease:
They want to be here, they‘re glad.
Gladioli are ordered there in rings
Dutifully participatory,
Rendering songs an outsider sings
In unheeding dandelion territory.
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Written 27 July 2014
(I wrote this when watching the formal beds of flowers
in a somewhat overgrown garden in the city.)
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