I really can't pretend to attain to such genius
but the desire to build Giverny on gumbo clay,
caliche, a thin layer of soil with beaucoup rocks
approaches foolish grandeur. There exists now
a detached palazzo of pink brick and moss trim,
once an open framework you could see through,
now solid against sky & clouds, horizontalities
of bricks and shingles laid one on another.
Cascading blossoms against lush dark green leaves
enclosing a greensward dotted with trees
is a dream that has yet to displace
the disorderly biomass arrayed, tufted,
across a polygon whose corners are theoretical
and marked with small orange flags. The
purple flower clusters are weeds, verbena
bipinnatifida, bigger and bluer than the
seedlings carefully set out among the bark chunks.
Texas light rewards all the blooms with a
brighter interior glow.