> "Garden"
> for Betty
>
>I have no garden to speak of,
>only a green plastic lawn
>
and there is no real prospect
>of growing flowers or herbs
>
and somewhere in Manhattan
>Bobby Hackett is on the cornet
>
featuring Lee Wiley, and for a while
>I am lost in Central Park
>
and the jazzy sounds of Summertime
>make up for the loss of my garden
>
so Betty, I have no apple geranium
>only the grasses growing in a concrete
>
box, and would you care to join me
>for walk around the rectangle
>and I can show you the main features,
>minute cracks that are caused by stress
>from earthquakes, and all those creatures
>the centipede, the lizard with half a tail,
>caught by the flea-ridden neighbour's cat,
>the dandelions, the pine that leans across
>to taunt the fact, everything natural
>is in retreat, taken over by plastic and rusting
>household items, and now Lee Wiley
>in a lovely number, a white silk dress
>has finished, there's the threat of rain,
>maybe there will be a bout of lightning
>to illuminate the excuse of a garden.
>
>
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