Rhododendron

I call you to tell you about my day,

The earth smells rich here

Like rotting leaves and salt water 

The ground buzzes with thousands of cicadas

It is overwhelming but it is simple

The sun makes dots appear on my face

I enjoy the feeling of my skin turning

Four leaf clovers follow me everywhere

Luck is where you look for it

And the rhododendron tree in the yard is blooming

The pink one?

Yes, the pink one.

I begin to wonder if you really know me at all.