Of Green Plants and Dryer Quarters

My mind slides down a palm leaf
into the lush spider plant jungle
barely missing stickers
on the row of Crown of Thorns

The dryer cycle ends
I insert another 50 cents
One is a Utah state quarter
I looked

Large leaves on vines draw my attention
there’s only one Mexican squash in sight
It’s not my vine, so I will let it be
to observe the green vegetable another day

Back on the brown leather couch
inspiration about life’s ordinary events
prompts the beginning of another poem
and I resist temptation to check the time

When I look up a blue-eyed Siamese-tabby
sits on the dividing wall between the two properties
The cat stays only a brief time after I talk
to her; she’s on her way to other feline responsibilities

Oversized fig leaves swing in the breeze; the green
fruit is elevated beyond my reach
One taste of ripe fig would be nice before birds eat the fruit
My mind tastes a ripe fig’s sweet juicy sweetness

April 30, 2011

05/01/2011

Author's Note: The second poem I wrote tday while relaxing in my landlord's backyard.

Posted on 05/01/2011
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