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