In the garden of whimsy
plant some bee balm
and laugh when it blooms
in all its spritely detail,
playful rounded pincushions,
stuck with silver pinheads, uniform dew drops,
glistening, surrounded by pale green
pointy leaves,
the pins grow into wild jesters’ hats
to entertain the invisible garden queen,
but the hats really contain antennae, special
bee radar, jutting out, with teeny tiny
tufts on the ends
to tickle the bees as they come in for a landing,
and the bees go crazy with delight
and spend all day dancing and cavorting,
and the monarch butterflies close by on the
purple coneflower make love, locked together
for hours and hours on the same flower,
makes you want to be a monarch
for an afternoon in the garden of whimsy,
where I planted
some bee balm, some be-bop, some be-bop-a-lula,
and……… a Van Gogh sunflower, a Van Gogh ear,
a Paul Klee “Twittering Machine,”
pink poodles, and noodles, and colorful marbles,
and a Monty Python skit and………………..
Cindy Taylor, Mineral Point