The high holy days
Of summer - the zinnia
Beds in full glory
The butterflies with
Their anthers full - the humming birds
Incessantly humming
The bucket of cherry tomatoes
Overflowing - the sun drenched
Kiss of hypertrophic growth
Everywhere on display yet
Indolence abounds
And even the red hibiscus
Singing its arias can’t keep me
From succumbing to the
Swinging cadence of a nap in
The backyard hammock
Tonight around twilight
I stood in the garden
And imagined
I saw the admiral
Garden hose in hand
Addressing the fleet
Tomorrow we set sail
On a voyage of discovery
He said
The Swiss chard leaves·
Billowed on the breeze
And the spray of the hose
Spattered across the prow
Of the raised bed
With its semi precious cargo
Of sugar beets
And altogether there were
Four rows of potatoes
Safely stowed away
Down below
And enough cherry tomatoes
To feed the entire crew
No matter how long
The voyage might
Turn out to be
