She left on a jet plane to a land where there were no Flamboyants to climb — the freckled, tanned girl, nineteen years nurtured
under the yon glaring faraway sun,
stepped back far enough from the Flamboyant,
deliberately gave another spun “Naught to it; easy-peasy,” she murmured
as she tested the soundness of her tree
then reaching a comfy limb, she mounted
exhaled long at the grand view of the…