Flowerpots for Africa by Pat Francis

A sunny English summer stirs up
a jumble of feelings now
in our revolving world
but the heart still expands
in the warm green of it
settles like a bee on lavender
when shadows sidle
across evening gardens,
we stroll our small terrain
pick up discarded plastic pots
we find under bushes
behind the dustbin.
Tomorrow we take them to
a charity that sells plants
to other comfortable gardeners
touched by guilt
at the easy way we help
children under and unflinching sun
who need a bowl of porridge
before they can sit and learn
from random books
we have donated
Food    books  flowers
old pleasures
new configuration
May they be blessed.
Pat Francis

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