Unsung Topiary Poem by Nika McGuin

my favorite tree stands yonder
walking past it I often ponder
what on earth could its name be?
for I've never come across such as she
her leaves hang in clumps resembling bananas
then in autumn they hit the ground ploppingly
as if they've fallen here from Montana
in a flash of green, sometimes kiwi, sometimes lime
making dull all others 'cept the sun's shine
admiring her is my sequestered joy
large, bright, and by all means refined
yet glossed over by every other girl and boy