This has not yet been a great year for zinnias. We have literally had only a few despite sowing many seeds.
Zinnias are in the aster family. There are more coming up finally in a field circle and at the edge of the woods.
So it goes.
Alessio and the Zinnias
One summer — was he eight? —
They gave him the seed packet
Along with a 2' by 4'
Slice of the estate.
To grow, to grow — grim law
Without appeal!
He, after all
Kept growing every day. …
Now this redundant chore.
Up sprouted green enough
For the whole canton, had one known to thin it.
Michaelmas found him eye to eye
With a gang of ruffians
Not maskable indoors,
Whose gaudy, wooden attitudes
("Like pine cones in drag")
Thee was scant question of endorsing
—Much as our droll friend, their legatee
Would reap from them over the years. For instance:
Think twice before causing
Just anything to be.
Then: Hold your head high in the stinking
Throngs of kind.
Joyously assimilate the sun.
Never wear orange or pink.
James Merrill

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