Muriel
she planted seeds
pulled weeds
grew trees
and was into topiary;
then something grew inside her,
a weed that would not be pulled
the grass grew thick
and everywhere
the crabs thrived
the orchids flourished
and as she was going
the greater they grew
one day she stepped out there
and wilted in the shade
of a giant green flamingo
sometimes i think of her
when it’s hot
pouring pink lemonade.
Copyright © Samuel St. Clair | Year Posted 2012
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