WATERING THE FLOWERS
etched glasses with paint in mind -
rose reds and blueberry blues.
as if handling a ginormous flatscreen,
the canvas placed.
like a conductor with an orchestral skill.
the maestro puts on his visor and busies himself,
squeezes the trigger, the water bottle
set to diffuse. his plants flourish in their bath.
he sees them grow before his playful eyes,
stamens wear black mascara.
they soak up the sunshine
like bathing beauties.
twenty hues in ketchup-sized bottles,
arranged like dutch tulips on the dais,
hold still as the gardener plucks
a plastic stem with his hand.
appearing as a mad horticulturist —
this artist’s in demand.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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