Hey, there you are.  I found you.
All along hiding in my backyard.

Up and down the High Street
amid the dense foliage
of Friday shoppers I chased.

You weren’t there.

A glimpse slapping at the ribs
of a broken home.
Hope.
Again you shrank
Until, dejected, I returned.

And here you are
emerald through the cup of tea steam.
Who knew?