I owe the gardener my thanks, for Ken
by planting something made me notice what
was all around me. Here it is again –
the evidence my eyes were in a rut.

Remarkable: I must admit the sight
of tropic majesty is coolly good
on waking eyes. I note as new with light
awareness palms in every neighborhood.

As semi-common as our clinker bricks
are palms with fronds like open fans
or finger leaves and trunks as straight as wicks.
I thought the trees were creatures of the sand,
except these rise from ivy, grass or rock:
till-now unnoticed palms on every block.