Peeing in the garden is a kind of art.
Men can make a fountain…
Spray the plants.
Women bend or crouch.
Peeing in the garden is a joy.
You notice things that otherwise
might never reach the eye…
A cluster of small violets.
An insect scuttling by,
A scarlet autumn leaf
beside your foot.
A winding crooked root.
The pattern of the moss motif.
Peeing in the the garden
Can never be dismissed.
It is an ancient natural thing…
and a kind of bliss.
Kristine Byrne….a Little Rhyme
written in minutes.,,just now.
22nd Nov. 2019