You can hear me read this poem here:
I happened upon a man tending his garden
with eyes as wide as gerber daisies
how is it they bloom so magnificantly for you?
each requires something different
he stroked a bursting dahlia as he spoke
this likes to be coddled, that one is almost wild
she likes dry roots but she adores wet
this one goes really deep
that one reaches for the sky
did you learn this all from books?
I did my homework but every flower has a voice
she will tell you what she needs if you will listen
each has desires as unique
as the beauty they will bestow
if one takes the time to get to know
you are a master at what you do
I'll leave you to your beds
he smiled a confident smile as I turned and walked away
with anthurium thoughts
beneath my bluebell skirt
my hips began to sway
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