a garden of unfamiliar flowers
although I must have
planted them all, some year or another: they
didn’t get here by themselves;
perhaps I was at a sale and picked a chancy
bulb, a likely looking leafy thing
dug a hole when I got home
waited to see what grew.
sounds like me
plucking choices from a random universe,
blurs of happenstance in color
with a cat meandering through.