In the cover of night, he delivers them
elephants, giraffes, Komodo dragons
there’s even a centaur with his shield by the front door
and an alligator – though firefighters call it an armadillo –
keeps watch at Station Number 4
He’s the guerilla gardener of Rose Park
decorating neighbors’ yards with palm fronds come alive
shaping them and molding them with love and light,
a bird, a stork delivered in the dark of night –
who knows when the next one shall arrive?
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Morrighan's Muse 