the desperate garden

House of Heart

From my window
I look down on  a garden
of exotic flowers.
 I need to be loved like  roses,
the silvery blades of a
crescent moon slipping through.
Nameless things on winged feet
flitting among   Zoysia grass
nipping life with amorous teeth.

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