body bent
by too many years

propped up with a silver cane
feet doing a slow shuffle
he wobbles along holding a green
bucket
totters over every flower
scoops each a dipper of water

he moves

from geranium
to geranium
to geranium

like a honey bee
floating
across the white porch
of the Sunnyside Retirement
Center

he makes them bloom
they keep him
moving