Rain overflowing from the cup I left outside. Honestly, its the wrong year to write a love poem. Though I walk through the valley of semblance. I am every figure in the deck. Magnolias make me feel guilty. Half I go where my mother sends me, half I deliver unintended messages. Chimera of passion flowers running into Lady Banks barely keeping pace with the sampaguitas. How Lady Banks is a placeholder name for the unknown gardener who tended this cultivar in China before 1807. By placeholder, I mean erasure but I would like to mean placeholder. I would like—one day— for the gardener to be revealed.