as the heat beat down on our droopy
fan-filled apartment.
I heard him come through the door
(home from the grocery store)
and “California Girls” commenced swinging
from the kitchen
radio.
he began to bump-bump-bump-bump-bing to the music
(as he sometimes does, when he’s in a good mood
and not about to let a lack of lyrics
get in the way of a rousing sing-song).
the rattle of drawers and dishes in motion
confirmed: he was
up to something in there
and, true enough, he had put together
a little lunch of deli salads and cold cuts.
in the middle of the table
he’d placed a whimsical pot of purple flowers
that burst like a cool, carefree
giggle in the swelter.
giggle in the swelter.
I read the marker aloud: campanula get mee . . .
and smiled.
and smiled.
note: Campanula Get Mee is a rather carefree perennial that can grow in full sun or partial shade.
photo: Campanula Get Mee - W. Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke
Serenade, lunch, flowers--that one's a keeper! Love the whole scene you set. I read this with a smile on my face, thank you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful comment, Jennifer! Made my day.
ReplyDeleteYou have a unique, light, cozy style.
ReplyDeleteI read the marker aloud: campanula get mee . . . - great ending. Enjoyed the poem!
Thanks so much, Janet! When I first came upon Campanula Get Mee - I thought, if there isn't a light poem in the name of that flower, I give up.
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