Tend the Garden Where the Tulips Grow
Tend the garden where the tulips grow.
Moisten soil, sun drench.
When leaves faint and wither,
resuscitate.
Let the scented air blow
through the cosseting leaves.
The soft and solid kiss
of zephyr release
memories of long ago
verdant trysts
and the undying season
that suddenly
ceases
except for living ghosts,
brushed and painted
on
the landscape below —
the living canvas
overflowing
with effervescence,
a bouquet
blossoming
in the open arm boughs
of paradise.
11/19/2019
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