Reflected Down on Africa
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He built a white, moon garden on the edge,
That cliff down towards the Great Rift Valley’s floor.
White roses bloomed in curvings toward that ledge,
The curves like sails up on a ship of war
But filled with moonlight in the Kenyan scene.
These forms bowed fitting as the shapes of moons,
New, crescent, quarter, half. The high pocked queen
Arced over blossoms. In the afternoons
The flowers also shone. The purpose though
Was lunar petals held up high could be
Revealed to porch of bungalow. Their glow
Remained, a planted serendipity.
Of course some contours arched like bongo horns
