Garden Table

by grimbeau


Too bad heavy day, frown and sigh, we watch

Thick marmaladen flies circle

Pure white perfect dove’s egg nesting in sea

green potted purple heather lavender

surrounded by grubby pink, limp bloomers,

purple legs and arms like Matisse dancers.

A hoverfly, pauses for a butcher’s,

but soon Dakotas off to pastures other –

The wasp on the chocolate brown bacolite

radio had advised so over breakfast.