moving day

the neighbors kept
a garden of color
dinner plate dahlias
pink peonies
hydrangeas and english roses
abruptly it came
their moving day
boxes and boxes
and furniture in tons
hauled away
but the garden flowers
like always, for some reason
left behind
having moved before selling
the flowers remained
still
and abandoned
i stood on my porch
wooden, and stable
sipping chamomile tea
watching them wilt
in the wet breeze of august
while the weeds recolonized
the dirt they once loved
an ancient tribe
of grassy green fronds
dancing in ritual
underneath rainclouds