Two years have passed since your last appearance,
way before  we got the camera,  
would’ve been great to catch your  exotic double life .

Your thick green arms reached  towards the blazing Texas sky,
pink  blossom fingertips  fearlessly  faced  the imperial red roses ,
while the yellow blossoms pointed towards a tangle of  overgrown pond grass.

We learned your name,
indulged in your subtle fragrance,
unparalleled by any man- made hand cream and
impatiently waited for the next round of double harvest.

Something  savaged your leaves, leaving you half barren,
forced to separate from  your *** mate, we hoped your widowed side would revive.

You’re back hosting those long lost yellow petals,
lopsidedly holding your own in front of the sprawling purple bougonvillia,
and the brazenly orange hibiscus bush.

A busy gnome now covers the scar,
so only we really know  that you didn’t always loll to the right.

I think you came back just to say goodbye.