A wave of flowers, grass and weeds
Drowning me with fragrance
Sees stinging immersion
Into a tidal wave of color
A garden tornado
Right here through my front door
The storm came to me
Blossoms reign
Ruling over all
Their colors
Untouchable
Even by the green, green grass of home
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