Sonnet: Upon Miss Wong's Garden

To Miss Wong, naturally...

I had withheld my proper visit here,
Until the month of May had wholly past.
A summer day had brought me walking near
And into Earthly Paradise at last.
The flowers smil'd, and chatt'd in great delight
As we towards a lake of lettuce trac'd.
While huge tomatoes fell from puny height
And sweet blueberries both my hands embrac'd,
So past the chicken choir we slowly stroll'd,
A child cried, scream'd! (A baby not yet three!)
And while I daydreamt, "Dreamer!" I was told,
"The salad's done!" We ate in spirit free...
Winter rain may have purg'd the scene away,
But th' salad's taste remains, even today.