Garden Variety Poem by Lamont Palmer
Garden Variety
At the florist, a lady
smelled heavenly;
I grew nearly
intoxicated; swooning
from the air
in her hurried presence;
air subverting agrarianism.
Against my will, I began
devouring her,
leaving only her fragrance,
the still afternoon,
and the stunned Mums
who placidly watched;
gazes, growing like fruit.
Well conceived and elegantly brought forth with artistic brilliance. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing Lamont and do remain enriched.
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I like this poem.