In the Yard

Image: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Lush and all but bashful,

She blooms,

pink laurels, lavender spiderworts, and

daring gold susans,

inviting the feathered to dance themselves wet

in humidity and stream.

Frogs banjo twang their

krink and tronk heart throbs.

Paradise rebirthed announces

Life

like a newborn.

From the lamp post,

the slatey mimic mocks

neighboring grass

in its short, homogeneous boorishness.

Even when the sun goes down,

the crew cut blades still know –

being in good company is no

consolation for emptiness.

(c) 2004-2010/Jamie K. Reaser