My grandmother’s peonies
yet abandoned, thrive--
I fight the urge to pilfer
as still her mind’s alive,
and thus I strive
to surrender theories.

Change comes in incremental
elbowing and shoves.
Even ignored buds blossom,
no loss of light above--
Transcended love
is never accidental.

Kerry challenged the Real Toads to try a rhyming stanza devised by Louis Macneice. This is also poem #11 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans. Hope you'll consider sponsoring me or make a contribution.