Urban Physic Garden

you have decided
to spread your unease
ravaging the beds
 
turning stones with
your strange blue heads
this disturbance quietly
 
demands dry soil
a greeny lizard with bronze
flickering eyes, you
 
despise that white wall;
you get bored easily, blushing
pink with promiscuity.
 
 
Liz Adams
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)