The large heavy pot stands in the backyard
but when once it was adorned with flowers
now it's like a miniature dystopian lake:
several twigs thrusting out of its depths
as if the skeleton of a doomed ship.
From a twig to the side is a spider's web
but no spider is in sight,
not the ideal location to capture prey.
Yet she remembers tulips, irises
and butterflies: Monarch and Common White
before the garden became decrepit
though there's a certain beauty to be seen
in the way the water reflects the azure sky
as she reminisces...about times gone by.
but when once it was adorned with flowers
now it's like a miniature dystopian lake:
several twigs thrusting out of its depths
as if the skeleton of a doomed ship.
From a twig to the side is a spider's web
but no spider is in sight,
not the ideal location to capture prey.
Yet she remembers tulips, irises
and butterflies: Monarch and Common White
before the garden became decrepit
though there's a certain beauty to be seen
in the way the water reflects the azure sky
as she reminisces...about times gone by.
