Poems ✍️

  10.05.2026
  14


Author: Lamont Palmer

Garden Variety

At the florist, a lady
smelled heavenly;
I grew nearly
intoxicated; swooning
from the air
in her hurried presence;
air subverting agrarianism.

Against my will, I began
devouring her,
leaving only her fragrance,
the still afternoon,
and the stunned Mums
who placidly watched;
gazes, growing like fruit.




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