I adore lovely lantana
Growing in my garden bright
Yellow, pink, orange, and red
with accents of lobelia
The summer sun beats down hot
From a sky blue like Montana
But lantana stands strong and tall
sparkling like the galleria
If only I had my own cabana
steps from a cooling pool
with delicacies delivered like manna
By a waiter named Arnold or Ted
Don’t think me a naive pollyanna
I’m content on my deck instead
• This poem is a bref double.