Watering Backyard Flowers
They live in an iron nest
and have begun to dream
the way threadbare drapes will
in too much sunlight.
Scorched by sky
blooms crumple like straw hats.
Water has no effect.
Any time now,
I expect to see stringy stems
swell into aqueducts
but the newly doused
droop the more.
The fancy blooms cost me $74
Stupidly I yell at them:
to revive, to live, to thrive!
Nothing.
The buggers have also gone deaf.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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