Captivated .... .Danny Velasquez

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Captivated

Danny Velasquez

There is no American Beauty, no Princess Diana, no Love, Honor, Cherish, not even a Peace.

Just gangly hollyhocks blossoming in purples, fuchsias, yellows, and white, reaching upwards of seven-feet-high beside the fragrant apricot and apple tree backdrop, and the nearby sagebrush, juniper, rock and tawny cactus-strewn hillside.

Sweet peas, poppies, four o' clocks and bluebells brush against your knees, waist, and thighs while rows of pale spent iris point, to the creeping red sedum flanking the chicks-and-hens and anthills.

The trumpeter wraps tendrils and vines . around the lean-to's gnarled splintery grey posts and beam.

Its sugary flared orange bells call proudly to the whirring melodies of the ruby-throated-rufous, migrating under the high-desert new Mexico sun.

Mi Tia's flower garden needs no hummingbird feeder here.