Myth Making in Louise’s Garden
By John Fitzpatrick
the afternoon lazy in fallen leaves
trees that gave are still giving.
Louise in her garden nourishing
colors to bloom. it is the season
for deep dark purples and golden orbs
among reddish pinks, splashes
of burnt orange and variegated ochre,
a stalk of luminous blue here
and there for one’s eyes to touch,
greens turning beige or salmon red.
outside Louise’s window
a ripening apple hangs
for Louise von Weise
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