A banana frond

Hums against the halogens,

As its yellow leaves respond

To the automotive sins


Of the dank and plastic soil

In its blackened flower bed,

Fertilized by motor oil

Until its soul is dead,


While up above a classic palm,

The future of the floral race,

Symmetrical and calm,

Raises up its airy face


To the floodlit city skies,

Flourishing against the void

Glowing boughs that rise

Too high above us to be destroyed.


La Jolla, November 9, 2012

Finished Seattle, November 13th, 2012