Targetting of the heart in the park
I cleaned my windows in the willows;
The gazebo sprang to mind. It shows.
Winter. Among the snows. And it grows
Like the corkscrew trailing from above
Who dares winds to love as if to leave.
Spring in its fullsome desire to be, have,
Crave, save, slave, have given, striven to
Be riven, ribbonned, rendered more.
Summer and it is time for downpour
Of sunshine dappling dandelion
Shadows emerging underneath in
The fall of darkenning shade which grew on
And made for more, for moor heathering,
Lavender, spring of blossom, unsure,
Targetting on the hark in the park
Where the wild ducks were, round the lake for
An aeon and an aeon and an aeon.
Author notes
1: The author remembers both the life of another and the Blessington Gardens of St.Kilda.
2: "Where The Wild Things Are" by Maurice Sendak.
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