there is a shrub that grows
thirty feet from my door
across a narrow street
its pearly psychedelic purple hue bursting
BURSTING
redolent and refined
a portal to another time
somehow out-of-place
amongst waking ferns
and concrete
it beckons with shadows dark
light defined by goldfinches
and blue jay's riches
unknown its species--its name
thirty feet from my door
no less no more
to discover where it goes
becomes my secret
becomes the story
rhododendron bursting
surrender
the
morning
