Taste of The Garden
Loons wade the lagoon
Mountains still snow crowned
loom the near horizon
A few mallard skim by
Invited
we share Indian food
Our eyes water spices
laughter bares tears
The camellia copse lies
flowerless pausing another year
The roses in plumb boom
their fragrance embraces
Our host tells how it was
after 911 with the glares
raghead taunts the rocks
thrown at her Sikh sons
The verandah steams green
tea Trees shade
from summerlike heat California
poppies regale with hue
One son cut his hair
The mother sighed
drove him to school
flying American flags
Buddha sits with heavy
happiness in the garden
The sun drops a rainbow
upon the glassy water
Ryfkah 6/19/03
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