I Was Harried

out the garden

by spiders and crawling folksies, me

squatting crosslegged by the bee balm

wearing catscratch outfit sunhat

deadheading flowers digging clover

brilliant overhead

birds talking geese

on another side of the lake, I

dozed off by hypnotic insects

humble bumbling around me

tumbling into blossoms other

flying things meandering very ways or none

rosemary hollyhocks thyme all that sage

hiding in the rows of elephant ears

crouching with the wild the mild

pretend I can’t hear when

time to go he shouts will start looking

coming I say unfolding followed by clouds.

About Karen To and Fro

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