Beside a peeling yellow house
you enter a garden
of veined mirrors and wild mustard
walled in by mimosa trees  

Wisteria frames a marooned mainmast
A slim woman on a crooked grey stool sings
of a sea locked in by mountains
cobalt waters trembling with red salmon
her throat rusty with want           

            ~ Found poem composed of words rearranged/ modified from Sarah Howe’s poem “Woman in the Garden”