Holiday on Liberty Isle Gardens

something like petals after a coarse rain, remained
shuffled though somehow still sweet
holding fast to the core
a poignant peony

a bit as if a rose
pricked its suitors after its evolution
of infinite touch, the hold and
the sniff, the admiration and the expectation

not merely a meadow of wildflowers
to romp and frolic about in frivolous
foolery, though delightfully offering
and well-on other wise

more so a blossom, bursting
from the stem a pungent irritant severing
the senses of superficial sincerity
in all its serenading sensibility 

– T. Jenese Thompson