summer rain
a baby sparrow’s
soft chirp
butterflies in silky stem
the fragrance of
plastic roses
immigrant gardener huddled
in a corner
the scent of dried leaves
before diagnosis
the sun protrudes
with its lump-sized flesh
editors note:
Creatures of the same landscape. (We welcome Padmini to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay