Sunday, February 18, 2018

Room’s Valentine

They say what you need Clivia
Is low light in a limited space
And a potash tea
 
But between you and me
I feel you could use some phosphorus
As well to fire your blooms
 
Which for three years I haven’t seen
Except for two aborted efforts
On stunted stems
 
Dead infant twins
Packed in a suitcase
Left on the side of the road
 
But this spring I’m damned
To help you bloom
In heaven they’re making room

No comments: