Dark, curved street corner, a gray rain parking lot or Fog-laden storefront waiting for a stranger waiting to slake my evergreen obsession waiting and watching my texts waiting and hoping for a stranger bearing vines of promise Verdant ink pointed leaves winking pink Rainforest foliage of kelly green lace Shiny emerald lobed tickets to Columbia hello, stranger Panama in a clay pot Heart-shaped desire in dirt sitting on my passenger seat on the way home from a dark street I sometimes forget how easy it was to say hello to a stranger