Circa ~ 1988 ~

A million and one flowers in

The ancient sunlit garden ~

Naming I leave it to

The learned florologists

With a Latinate orientation~

I will simply wonder at

The exotic fragrances

The strange colours

The nuances of textures ~

My vast ignorance ~

My ageless bliss ~

What is mere nomenclature ~

In the eastern crevice I see

A dainty yellow flower

Muskily aromatized

Pinkly orangellofied ~

I name her in my Eden

Orangellopinkmusk Madonna ~

She is mad this Madonna

As she trembles in thin air

A fierce emblem of all eternity ~

Do you remember her

From your primal garden?

If you really do

What is your dear name for her ~

Pardon my fancy curiosity

I know English language and poesy

Is your cosmic tragedy

Or else you ‘d n’t read

This fuzzy tragicomedy ~