The snapdragons nod their magenta heads.
The potted marigolds shine
even as their cheap pots crumble.
The horseradish is rioting
in its corner of the yard
next to the air conditioner.
The lilac we planted in part
because lilacs grew in my childhood,
after two years of listless blossoms
seems done. Along the fence,
lilac saplings have sprouted.
-- Carl Bettis