The Blue Flower

The teapot emptied
stonecrops poured
tea leaves read
with no ardour
climbing blaze
tied to arbor
the blue flower
hard seed
in juicy flesh

while underneath
distant in a wild bush
something lacks a certain sense
the blue flower spreads and blooms

shoots a scent no lazy drone can deny
waiting for the garden to deadhead
the gardener does no work but watch
the yard gone to seed
but once
multiple times
the blue flower bloomed
impossible to say with surety
will it ever come again
in this drought
just this and nothing more
caught between predicaments
and interruptions.