Delma Heer (nee Strover)
37 Newcastle Street, Fairfield, Qld, Australia.
Delicious, I've just witnessed a strange thing.
A plant can grow in “pretty shitty” soil.
And “weeds” can then affect remembering…
the front yard or the back side fence, the toil
to trim that palm. Or, we can pull them out,
and build, or plant, a something in its place.
No perm’nant fixtures are around about.
Our life is short. But not all a disgrace.
And delicate. I seemed to see a frond
of sun-flow'r, in one day grow up - then wilt,
and in that place before its spot had gone
discovered a moon-flow’r come on “full tilt”.
Delightful! Special things grew, showing off
the kind of kind-ness, that friendship can bring
into the world, bring flavours which are soft
and delicate. Some strong, some weakening…
[I’ve seen some one del-ib-er-ate-ly pull
a weed from neighbour’s lawn - & garden bed.
And it grew not, a week later to full
maturity - to multiply and shed
its seeds about the place - to more infect
the spot around. And that was just - “Because!”]
And when I bent to moon-flower inspect,
I found a star-flow’r growing where it was.
I picked some poop out of the flower’s cup
where dog, or cat, or bird had done its thing.
And gladly then remembered to look up
to closest star we have. Quite sobering!
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