By | 1 December 2011

(With thanks to Nick Driscoll)


Parsley rarely receives
what she deserves, though
she rarely deserves what she has

received she maintains
discussing entitlement with
Carolyn, Nicholas, Maurice and

Georgina in the garden
of thyme and time, spotting
uncertainty. Like a canopy of

constant azure above
the greenhouse built by her
orchid-growing parents, who

were mindful enough to
deconstruct cells of certainty
and foster leaves of fortitude.

Too late now to ask
Petronella and Paul
what they thought of belonging.

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