We grow plants uncommon in
Pennsylvania. Like cotton.
Cotton bolls, our own bit of Georgia.
Did they miss red soil? And plumeria,
Hawaii in a container. Salmon-colored
blossoms. We’ve never been to Hawaii
so we brought it here. Red adeniums,
Madagascar beside our shed.
Tall Mexican sunflowers call to us
each morning. Orange, a song
which they will teach us. Mexico
on a thick stalk. In late fall,
I take in what can’t survive.
Geography warm by our window,
countries by a watering can.
Hey–I am above your head.
You look for a broomstick
that I never needed.
I am travel.
I appear where I like.