Through glass window pane
Up a modern office block
I saw, two floors below, on wide-jutting
Concrete canopy a mango seedling newly sprouted.
Purple, two-leafed, standing on its burst
Black yolk. It waved brightly to sun and wind
Betwen rains - daily regaling itself
On seed-yams, prodigally.
Achebe, Chinua. Beware Soul Brother: poems London: Heineman, 1977, p. 5. Tutt Basement, PR 9387.9.A3 B4 1972.