Roger;
Tall, straight and yellow iris framing a driveway would only be mute to the severely logical.
Only a tiny bit of imagination needs to be present to see and hear these flowers as louder than mute.
There is "carelessness" (even a hint of violence) followingly directly on the heels of 'care'. The poem takes exception to this.
"Is he drunk"/"what came over him"? Indeed!
You know, they say a house is not a home.
Can we surmise what is going on inside the house by what we have seen outside?
If I focused more I could probably revise some more.
But I will not increase this poem to more than 4 lines. I have set that rule for myself.
Thanks Roger.
Bill
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