giant zinnias were on our planet
large enough for the puppy to play with
ambushing, sunbursting, magenta
tangerine or tamarind?not that word,
though it sounds like a gipsy tambourine
with a sticky loquaciousness but instead:
the colour of dark amber
fuschia. or faded strawberry.
near match to our Fanta sodas
sipped
with a sticky loquaciousness but instead:
the colour of dark amber
fuschia. or faded strawberry.
near match to our Fanta sodas
sipped
slowly near the milkweed patch
I favored with its lily spokes speaking in small
constellations near to the oleander
giant zinnias how can I tell the sun from you
you are like great clocks
ruby fireworks rooted in fine soil.
and your fragrance is like bitter grass right under the vast
picture window of the piano studio.
hi Grandmother. we can see you from outside.
she smiles her piano smile when the measure's are perfect
I want to go back in a while to the same yard in full summer's
receding tide and under a pomegranate moon
to see my Grandfather planting them again
in his pea green jacket and his fedora.
and sing my zinnia zither tune for him with my sister
how majestic they were as if we lived among the first light
flowers small queens of all the hours who
just wandered in
into an unalienable kingdom;we were that lucky
and spun round till we were dizzy so that the stars came out
early in the afternoon.
in the same colours exactly.
and Grandmother said, come in girls
it's getting cool outside.
mary angela douglas 22 march 2020;19 june 2022
I favored with its lily spokes speaking in small
constellations near to the oleander
giant zinnias how can I tell the sun from you
you are like great clocks
ruby fireworks rooted in fine soil.
and your fragrance is like bitter grass right under the vast
picture window of the piano studio.
hi Grandmother. we can see you from outside.
she smiles her piano smile when the measure's are perfect
I want to go back in a while to the same yard in full summer's
receding tide and under a pomegranate moon
to see my Grandfather planting them again
in his pea green jacket and his fedora.
and sing my zinnia zither tune for him with my sister
how majestic they were as if we lived among the first light
flowers small queens of all the hours who
just wandered in
into an unalienable kingdom;we were that lucky
and spun round till we were dizzy so that the stars came out
early in the afternoon.
in the same colours exactly.
and Grandmother said, come in girls
it's getting cool outside.
mary angela douglas 22 march 2020;19 june 2022
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