A
Ghazal for the Gardener
A
white rose in full bloom in the garden,
The
full moon will rise soon in the garden.
A
wizard sits down next to a lizard
While
calmly casting runes in the garden.
A
crush of tourists who are in a rush,
For
others there’s no room in the garden.
A
drunken loser, a longtime boozer,
Faintly
whispers a tune in the garden.
Lost
in the city, feeling self-pity,
She
is feeling marooned in the garden.
I,
Wordsmith Jim, wave a greeting to him
Who’s
standing on a dune in the garden.
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