Detest waftings of Honeysuckle,
Fan of Lilies in sight –
Not in smell.
Life in precarious suspension.
Just dirt,
Water,
Sun.
One must be as persistent,
As choking,
As Morning Glory.
Weed of weeds.
Roses are trite,
Give me Lavender,
Sage.
Earthy paganisms.
Science meets magic.
Three Green Thumbs.
