After the opening finesse of foliage
neat segregations of bush and shrub
blur in jaunty slap-dash lines
rhododendron contenders juggle for limelight
an audacious muddle of fragrance and pigment
the vulgar blending with vivacious
along wooded paths in May
I lose my way, amazed
A fuddle of forty-four words for De’s quadrille prompt: Muddle up that Muse
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