Bathing In Beauty
Cornflowers and asters in fragrant meadows,
where a goat with a goatee poses and a dappled cow lows,
please me more than English gardens and potted ferns
and pink hibiscus in mock Grecian urns.
Wild violets and modest white daisies
delight more than intricate hedge-mazes,
while happy black-eyed Susans
dispense their happy infusions
and incite me to plunge into the scen’ry and take a bath
along the fringed and frayed path
and wait for the fragrance and the salubrious air
to divest me of all distress and care.