Disobedience

The sky is oiled orange
gleaming along the metal
and matte of cement steps
Where she sits between
rainless thunderheads
and radiant heat
Motionless and at war
while shame battles anger
in ceaseless stalemate
A long pendulum dip
Followed by
Splattered drops
A poem about a childhood adventure in imagination
The hose is on
running clear into black
of garden earth.
Mother portions them out
one-eighth of a cup
in six mounds, cupped
Mountains are earth, rebelling
Straining against dirt-ness
against gravity
Stealthy in bare feet
three bandits come.
Prize swivels high between
striped green leaves.