The garden at its best

The Epiphyllum, an air plant, blooms once a year. The rest of the year it’s dull, flat brownish green. When it blooms, the whole garden glows.

One year, while auditing a class on prosody, I wrote a cinquain about it:

Bee in the Epiphyllun

From squat
slabs of cactus
they flame up, these giant
scentless siren calls. Even I
want in.















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2 Responses to The garden at its best

  1. Hi,
    Loved this atricle. Especially the point about the garden at its best
    Sharing this on facebook and pinterest

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