I walked twice past the planter boxes
Fresh and flourishing with their fully grown follies
Of robust mandevillea and thriving salvia
Until I plucked a cutting from the Unknown
Plant its green of pondlike depth drawing
My gaze to a tough opaqueness, leaves
A crimson red damask olive, pink small fish
Buds brimming to the surface.
I thank you, anonymous Gardener, for your imagination
Transplanting a refugee from the bush perhaps
To this cityscape stretch.
May I ask you, most sincerely, to name
My brave traveller, who, though wilted
I will will to grow, in soil now, at home
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