Once a Nursery

Lavender shows blue flowers Shaded by a spreading Oleander The weedy garden, once a nursery Still has many vibrant blooms Dandelion, Snapdragons, heads held high Visited by a darting Hummingbird No second glance, to the odd deadhead Ladybug sits lonely, on discarded beanpole The high mesh fence casts its netted shadows Broken red pots with busy ants below Are there really weeds, or, Just plants in the wrong place