The tomatoes slept well
A hawk watched over them
And made a revenge on their nightmares
Every kind of wasp
A crowd of bumblebees in a single petal
Dry soil, asking for a splash
While the temporary brilliant purple
Goes down for the afternoon nap
Vines threaten fences
Making worse neighbors
Out of invasions of beetles
Whose passive voice
Echoes under the cloudy sun
Flowers weep: a wind and a dog
Have been here to weaken spines
Whereas the lavenders still stand
Waiting 'til winter for their slumber
Roman Ryan 