Shady oasis of
Manicured trees
A lavender breeze
Whispers strange sounds
Into urban ears
Painted landscape melody
Hums no music
Just noise
Nothing more than
Look but don’t touch
Sound to drown out
Imperfections
Hidden in the soil
In the corner
A small heart
Slows its pulse
Eyes shift to the
Uniformed man in the
Ink-blue suit
Shrugging his shoulders
In apathetic abandon
Rat poison
He sighs
Eyes that don’t blink
Legs that don’t stand
Wings that don’t fly
The rose garden strangles
A life that once lived
And the sprinklers cry a
Mid-day mist on
A small body laid to rest
In a field of
Poisoned poppies and
Forget-me-nots
