19 Jul 2016 – Sonnet

Another garden, blossoms all about!
I place my feet with care so buds still stand
undamaged once I’ve trod my daily route,
fluorescent dawn-touched dreams on every hand.
My aging heart again throws off its bonds,
my loosened tongue sings out forgotten songs.
My weariness says “no!”, yet I respond
as if one glimpse of beauty cured all wrongs.
Profusion? No, a riot fills my eye!
I cannot stop to stroke and kiss each bloom
but I exult this vision’s not denied,
a dancing harem – swaying in each room.
Pure happenstance this garden sports a weed,
but glad am I, oh very glad indeed!

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