A Ghazal for the Gardener

A white rose in full bloom in the garden,
The full moon will rise soon in the garden.

A wizard sits down next to a lizard
While calmly casting runes in the garden.

A crush of tourists who are in a rush,
For others there's no room in the garden.

A drunken loser, a longtime boozer,
Faintly whispers a tune in the garden.

Lost in the city, feeling self-pity,
She is feeling marooned in the garden.

I, Wordsmith Jim, wave a greeting to him
Who's standing on a dune in the garden.


Jim Wilson
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