move through a garden at a stoop:
naming, gasping, hurraying,
admiring or coveting plants;
Gapers saunter, smiling or sighing
at what they find,
succumbing to an intangible beatitude that takes
them for a brief escape into another dimension.
Both sorts of gardener are besotted;
both get their hands dirty;
think and talk gardening;
but on the threshold of another's garden,
each use a different set of whiskers.
Mirabel Osler, Gapers and Crouchers