You have to know where she is,
the way the bittersweet vines drape
themselves around her, the way
she blends with the lush green
neighbors and all. Otherwise
you might walk right on by, never
noticing how glossy her leaves,
how sharp and deeply green.
To miss such a mystical being
at the height of her summer peak
would be a loss. Come, my friend,
I’ll show you.