By | 1 January 1998

In the botanical gardens stands a tree –
nothing like the real panax
but trying, year after year.

Pseudopanax, the day will come
when they who pass by without a glance
will make a crowd in front of you:

the director of the gardens herself
will dip a little brush in white paint
and strike out pseudo from your sign.

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