Sonya you flummox me
You’re such a hoot
sarcastic and vulnerable
cute and astute

So full of feeling
yet thin as a reed
brimming with kindness
to water my need

To water begonias and wandering Jews
and African violets escaped from the zoos

You give of yourself without pattern or course
transfixing the meanness that hides in the gorse

You’re open with feelings of sadness and gladness
pert, lackadaisical, subject to madness

Your frankness refreshes as does your confusion
beheld in your eyes I am merely illusion