A damp morning
with fading purples and grasses wavering
Two Aster flowers open their tiny white fingers, pointing
a blackberry explosion is bursting over the wall top
out of reach.
Campsis orange gulps up for the sky.
and rich white Romneya hold high in the tired border
Among golden Knifofia brushes befitting only Trump’s toilet
The old trees hang apples red and dusky, crowded in clusters
And lank butterflies jagged about in search of seconds or thirds,
well past their best before blooms,
but still good