Every week the fungus grows Your shiny leaves droop Flowers fall like half-timbered trees. Doomed—unless I douse you with Vinegar, garlic, and soap-infused H20 Wait 24 hours. Rinse you with the hose. Hauling your pot from house to outdoor sink To pump-connected hose. Back indoors. Wearisome, this, the unending fight. Somedays, in my laziness, I’m…
Mountains are earth, rebelling
Straining against dirt-ness
against gravity
A long pendulum dip
Followed by
Splattered drops
The sky is oiled orange
gleaming along the metal
and matte of cement steps
A sudden car trip in the dark.
Your blue hands
curled in the coffin.
Stealthy in bare feet
three bandits come.
Prize swivels high between
striped green leaves.