Sun Blessed, Momentarily
Aren't those stout little tomato plants
And those burgeoning basil plants
Coming on, aren't they a little Eden?
Look, there's Eve, about the size
Of Thumbelina, and there's Adam,
Bare as a blueberry bush in winter
In the shade of the verdant foliage,
And don't the basil plants add that
Special, just right, amount of spice?
Isn't it a happy little scene, a bower
For the wee couple and the wee snake
And the wee apple, a tiny tableau?
Of a sudden a cloud blocks the sun,
A paradigm shift, Eden no more.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2020-05-20 at 01:13
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