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.