Once, beautiful sunsets happened everyday
Pots of golden rays rolled down
From the arms of rainbows.
Some days, blankets of grey knit themselves
Around that wishing well I threw my coin into.
Some day, that magical bean will reach the heavens.
Why, the curve of my head
Fits perfectly, the curve of your shoulder.
One of my friends gave me seeds a while ago and I didn't have a chance to plant them until a few weeks ago. This is what has emerged. I have actually forgotten what plant she said it would grow into. The surprise of watching something unfold - I hope it's something edible.