On the Verge of
The clouds moved so slow today
I looked up–
for some answers
thought I knew where this sentence was going
watered the garden
tall with bee balm firecrackers
white goose neck loose strife
hanging all over everything
lillies on the verge–
on-the-verge
yes that’s it
what I’m feeling finally–
waiting for that cloudburst
waiting for lightening
waiting for those damn lillies
to just open their little orange plant lungs
and sing and
bloom already!
bloom already!
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Love this one!
Ohhhh! Love how you capture the gardeners emotion of “on the verge” – then we’re always sad when they have gone just past the peak..