Blown down the parking lot
We have come in to a forced
Spring. Through arches of sunny
Acacia chains we see glimpses
Of enchanted nooks: Mole’s
Beloved boat moored
Below Rat’s shore –
Sheltered bungalow: a Victorian
Broad-brimmed hat
Under an arbor; Farmer
MacGregor’s rows of lucious
Lettuce eyed by Peter;
Max the wild thing
Starting a rumpus in the dark
Forest corner; a cypress-
Cooled Moorish patio
Reflected in the tiled pool and
Helicon beaks from Hawaii
Garnishing luau fruits.
But most alluring are jellybean
Walks between marshmallow cauliflowers,
A cabbage patch doll,
Decorated carrot cakes and
Cookie bushes inside a gingerbread
Fence: These entrall
The children and invalids in wheelchairs
Propelled by aged relatives
My mother and I, sharing
One hundred and fifty years,
Buy pussywillows as we leave.