The Pleasure Garden - a Poem for Day Thirty of PAD

I skipped day twenty-nine. If I wind up writing something, I will post it later. For now, here is the prompt for day thirty of the PAD Challenge:

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “The Poets,” “The Good Guys,” “The Bad Guys,” “The Last Thing She Said,” and so on.

Even the Garden Statues Come to Life

The Pleasure Garden

Undetected fairy wings 

     twitch
under my footsteps
and an itty-bitty
cracked crystal ball
     reads
my future,
but I’m too busy
     getting by
to notice.

Mossy dreadlocks
     swing
in the trees above me
while flying ants
     police
the grounds,
     handcuff
me in lotus pose,
hold me captive
for rainbow
shield bugs
     to cleanse
my chakras.

Somewhere
off in the distance,
a brownish-grey
mourning dove
     coos
my name,
begs me
to stay, set
an example,
gather debris,
plant seeds, help
     heal
the thicket,
teach all futures
to love and hold
it in 

     high
esteem.

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