Brown plastic flower beds, dimpled, holed.

A mesh of flowers, steamroller flat. Colourful

in cellophane, a child’s colours.

A blunt dowel, your plastic spade.

Now, begin to plant your plastic garden.

A row of sunflowers at the back

they plunge in, thump in, whole.

Rose bushes are a little complicated

spread out like a fan.

Force the dowel into the centre

they pop up an eternal flowering bush.

There are daffodils and pink tulips to add

to place around your bright new Leggo home.

It’s Christmas 1963 and in the dark outside

snow drips from the tree

to the music of Saturn.