The garden has been walled in.
Inside, it swells with vegetation.
Everyone can smell it but no one
can see it: the magnolia petals,
pink and brown and velvet, or
the bushes of mountain laurel.
Mountain laurel looks like
origami. That’s how I know
Mother nature folds paper.
It’s been raining all summer
and summer has just barely
begun. Cream colored buds
bloom in yellow-green trees.
See how yellow-green leaves
look like the hands of someone
sleeping. Breathe it in, the pollen
on the wind, the water and water
lilies. What is there to do with all
this rain, but suck it back up to the
clouds? The flowers will drown.
Those that don’t will dry.
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