Just an Old-Fashioned Girl


I thought to write a paean in praise

of allium.  Their bright geometries,

rigorous and true, embody modern days,

outshine the ancient botanies.


But such standards sharp and fine

offer no space for human need

or weakness of the heart and mind;

perfection rises from each seed


or rather, bulb.  Let’s be precise —

there’s solace in the certain word;

when all else fails, it will suffice.

So sing my praise and hope it’s heard,


of foxglove, hollyhock and rose,

comfort for all present woes.