Wanting to eat blueberries in peace,

I continue walking.

“Welcome to the Labyrinth.”

As if I needed the sign.

Parking bum on stone

among alyssum, chamomile and

orange blooms of nasturtium,

bees waft in and buzz by.

Sun warms back, verbena wavers,

dragonfly hovers a while.

Between lavender and me

a garden’s worth of world greens up

in the closing weeks of summer.