Jardin de Provence
French man in a garden shop,
the proprietor perhaps,
never pushy, a gentle smile.
I always like gentle men –
their passive veneer concealing
a mystery worth unearthing.
Looks like he takes his café au lait
with a side of Sartre and pastis.
French man in a garden shop
amid the hedges and ceramic pots,
brocade of curling vines
their emerald tendrils beckoning,
periwinkle blue hydrangea
yearning quietly from their white iron urns,
the filigree trellis thick with climbing roses –
young, tender and pink,
languid and lush.
French man in a garden shop –
a tranquil soul who offers
roses and refuge
from 21st century chaos
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