I don’t know where you are —
maybe sitting in azure sunshine
in San Diego or Brisbane, maybe
not, probably not in the drizzle
of spring’s purgatorial entry.
After long winters the sun returns
like an overdue bill you forgot.
At least you have creditors eh?
Things are pulsing with greenness,
a lot of them weeds or thorny.
Look down into the foot-jungle,
behind your garage or shed,
walk into that over-looked path,
behind back walls the orchid
discovers you looking for it.