
Thank you for my life. I said to the South American cacti in the glasshouse in Glasnevin. I know it’s not mine to own, it’s just on loan, and I’m fine with that.
Thank you for my life. I said to the graceful orchid and the resplendent snowdrop.
To the magnificent hibiscus, I said thank you most of all. I especially adore the sound of your name. It gives me such pleasure to say it.
Hibiscus.
Hibiscus.
Hibiscus.
Gentle mysteries of the soil and air, thank you.
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