Last week, flowers – red and white vinca –
were planted beneath the curbside tree.
Come Sunday morning, they were not.
Someone had uprooted them
and left them beside their empty holes
Who would do this to a flower?
I imagined some reveler coming from the corner bar
stumbled there and
out of need or spitefulness
asked the flowers –
Love me? Love me not?
Gently I pressed them back
into their holes
Will they survive? Who knows –
flowers are a hardy lot.
Aug. 18 They struck again. This time a clue –
red-wrapped takeout chopsticks planted upright, like someone staking claim.
Mystery solved – seems there is a homeless woman, possibly mentally ill, who has been uprooting plants. (As reported on the neighborhood FB page)