Come

That single lavender iris

stands, surveying

the garden of

which she is a 

part. Noting the early arrivals

and the stragglers,

she signals her

tribe, telling them,

“It’s not what the garden can do

for you; it’s what

you can do for

the garden. Come.”

                                                                          JDG

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