‘Let a hundred flowers bloom’

 

May Day is a white parasol, has kerb appeal.

Its dazzling unity

best admired from the street’s far side.

 

Perhaps.

 

Step closer. See how cinquefoil cups

like flounces, flank

the corymb spikes. A texture of difference.

 

Beneath

 

where I seek those words that will not come,

you may observe

the age-old secret of such architecture:

 

grafting.

 

Years of growing skill through practice.

Rootstock and scion

together mark their gentle boundary.

 

Fusion.

 

Moth-heavy cherry on whitebeam.

A short cut

to resilience, tolerance, fruitfulness.

 

 

v. 2025