Nature:  For Poets Old and Young

You poets gazing and gawking

You naturalistas wishing to infuse

Foot and leaf

Rise from your recline

On her bed of lilac and clover

Do you not see the shells of her exes

Under all the limbs and lakes

Has she shared her salacity

For a privileged partnership

You, you tinternist

Has she accepted your offer

To wine or walk hand in hand

I look around you and see

She does not even bestow her butterflies

You, opining over the oriel

It really would not matter

If you had another life or two

Until you see it common

Lapsed amongst her infidelity

She is just not that into you