Upon Their First Friendship

The short green grass
Was waving abruptly
And he was out there
I could see him
Strong on the silent horse
A weaving shadow
Among the racing blurs
Dashes and sprints
And a score-
I find myself pleased
To find his gaze on me
Blowing a smile towards him
With my fan
He returns the favour
Spurring his grin
With a dip of his hat
The whistle blows
And I stand by the punch
Looking for the square yellow
That is his sign
And the red hair
That is his herald
He comes
As I am pouring a temperate cup
For the madam of the event
Who pompously
Inclines her bristly hat
Briskly pairing the match
Of the season
Introduces her dear me
To her darling him
And we smile
Over her hat –still shaking
With matchmaking magic-
And murmur –we’ve met-
And under her swishing skirts
Somewhere a gladiolus blooms
And I smile knowing
The message of fate
Household plants speak only truth
Gladiolus- Love at first sight.