Volunteer cosmos and hollyhocks
appear in odd spots, following
the spirit of early summer, when it was
all columbines and forget-me-nots
wandering the garden
Do you have the heart of a wandering cosmos?
Or the steadier, homebody heart of lavender and daisies?
No matter.
All our hearts are possible flowers
turned by roots and rain, sunlight and bees,
into blooms
Puff Of Smoke Poems 