There's a rattle in the garden.
Bug-like creatures with metal-green wings clicking
& the heads of button daisies nod
in answer to a question kept secret between
them & the wind
& the sun's casting shadows, stroking
length of ragweed
proud as it stands, centered--
marigolds & zinnias crowding. There are
caterpillars making dinner
from the leaves of forget-me-nots
& the goldenrod are pregnant-full
ready to burst
wipe out the reds, lavenders, tiny pink petals
take ownership of a garden bordered
in plastic picket fence on three sides
as the wild tends to do--
Author notes
I wrote a poem a while ago (one I actually like) titled "The Parkers". I thought I'd continue in that direction.
Or maybe not?
The Parker's-- pt. II
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i could sit here for a good long while
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Thank you.
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Oh definitely continue.. I am glad you did as this one is so wonderful and so beautiful in imagery!! It makes me miss my garden
See there,, you've gone and done it.... now I have to go and search out the other poem..lol
This is really lovely Meli
Jazzy
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Definitely continue.
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"& the heads of button daisies nod
in answer to a question kept secret between
them & the wind"
Yes, please. You simply must, Meli. What a great, descriptive piece this is. Your title lured me in; I thought, perhaps her neighbor's garden...or perhaps one belonging to the ineffable, laudable Dorothy Parker??? Hmmm...I wonder what sort of flowers she would have planted??? At any rate, I love it, my Friend. More please. 
Wanda
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This reminds me of my neighbors..their garden is one to envy..
nice. I like this.
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more parkers please
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YOU MUST!
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