"THE AGE OF BLOOM"

the evening is busy
growing the garden

the grass works tirelessly
at its quotidian task

only time
seems asleep

silence casts
a long shadow

leaving it to evening
to hurry along a tree’s leaves

and to shade in a sky
with a blue blackness

making a night that fits
together bit by bit

supplying just enough
gravity for an apple to fall

into the lap
of the classical statue

the flowers practice
their colours

like actresses
waiting in the wings

the stars craok
every frog - a ventriloquist

the white statue laughs
unashamed of its ******

as are the lovers