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