the corner of the block is green
it’s alive
gloxinia peeks out from pots,

(their purple makes you think he was royalty in another lifetime.
maybe you were too.)

roses too familiar a smell
but beautiful a look,

(you brushed by his shoulder once,
roses came from the tips of his curly hair.)

him,
(a bloom all its own.)

hello, he says.
he hands you a flower
ambrosia, he says again.
its pale yellow stands out amongst the green

you and he are alive.