Curious

That I notice this woman

In the salon

As if my eye catches one particular

Flower in a too filled garden I must stoop

To take in the perfume

Classy.

She has it going on.

She knows herself and shines it.

Like someone who is well read and well loved, she emits

A quiet light of graciousness

And weathered beauty that makes her stand out

from inside the designs of her own garden.

She is having some fun today and owns the room.

When layered rows of lilacs in massive purple blooms demand

I bend to breathe in the scent of one who represents all, I obey.

So I will overcome the social imperative to isolate and

Keep my own counsel and go speak to her.

Curious

That I notice this woman

In the salon

As if my eye catches one particular

Flower in a too filled garden I must stoop

To take in the perfume

Feeling my own withering spirit, I remember that all flowers bloom grace

Whether anyone stoops to breathe them in or not.

We are garden ladies and there is no need to prune our spirits.