In
my garden fluff-heads and bald eyes
of
dandelions stand high:
they
have to, the grass is deep.
In
my garden I have spies
in
the periscoped butterflies
while
I lie naked.
In
my garden I feel good.
Buttercup
and charlock stand two foot.
No
prim daisy by my side.
Dates
will drop from the dock leaves
and
aphides give me milk
as
I grow big and cool.
Soon
the grass will be more.
It
will hide the house next door.
