A Flawed Perception of Things

Kunitz coaxed his garden into bloom;

I'd rather jackboot mine into it, like an overly harsh dad and
Somewhat grudgingly it would bloom.
Blooming under my thumb.

In fact I haven't got a green thumb but a sprayer.
Too many greenflies. Or whiteflies or whatever.
I must have a flawed perception of things.
The one that only sees the underside of its leaves.
Discovering strange fellows over there.
And hup! once again I would whip out my killer
And here we go, Liebchen.

Poets shouldn't use chemicals
Poets should be greenhouse poets, regular Roethkes.
Poets should love every creature.
Poets should composedly await the arrival of the ladybug.
I am not a poet yet.

I am the human ladybug.

May 24, 2008