Notes About The Poem
Life’s not always a bed of roses but perennials help ;)
Perennial Flowers Just For Me
PERENNIAL FLOWERS JUST FOR ME
far below the canopy, the speckled hawk soars —
whoa! he’s hardly in my space but so close.
my toes jam up in my gray Bob’s as I descend
the cracking driveway, and my eyes ascend
toward the clouds, hard to see through the oaks.
my eyes roller-coast back to the pavement
or I jeopardize my life, firsthand knowledge gained
when shoes roll over pebbles and stick debris
quite humbly spurring me to a knee. i reach
my destination. i look at my well dressed yard,
the ground worked hard. the red mulch compliments
our home and the reticent retaining wall
keeps are summertime willow felicitous. — what
i came out to see, the perennial flowers just for me,
a husband’s love. the purple coneflowers and
delicate daisies a simple offering, a favor asked
before his job took him overseas and i visited
the grands. here his little bit of leaven forms
a lump in my grateful heart. my thighs pump
as i climb our renowned hill, ready to give praise,
and enjoying the clumps of hay protecting hibiscus buds,
when the buzz of an invisible bee chases me
the rest of the way. not a fan, i shun the stranger,
slam the door, readily make a beeline to my honey.
“I love the flowers. Nice job!”
The bee he says, gave me a bit of exercise.
Now why’d he have to go and say that.
Men and children have a habit of speaking from the heart,
not always what you want to hear,
but the sweet flowers in my eyes dance for a while
and i love that man.
8/3/2019
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