I watched it grow--a garden
galaxy,
For sprouting grandly from a single shoot,
A rose arose that grew what progeny
From subtle graft-and-scion trickery!
How bushes burgeoned, planted root by root!
I watched it grow, a garden galaxy
As if with powers of raying gravity
So that a spangled beauty-absolute
Arose. A rose that grew what progeny
Of myriad recalls of all that we
Had prized, then lost, my thorns of pain acute!
I watched it grow--a garden galaxy:
Vined souvenir agos of fantasy
That held a mystic power to transmute.
A rose arose that grew what progeny
Unseen! What pleasures, hopes, and love in me,
What wealths of joys long gone; and, destitute,
I watched it grow. A garden galaxy
Arose: A rose that grew what progeny!
(C) April 1993
Charles L. Prazak