Dad was gardening in the sun today
A new palm tree
Old fronds laying near our road
Decrepit corpses awaiting their angels
To take them
With gloved hands
Between the Red Fountain Grass
And Mexican Petunias, in indigo
Between one sweltering hour
And the next
I brought father a cold glass of lemonade
Made by mother
From our one lemon tree
He thanked me
"Appreciate it, my lovely"
Made me smile
And ignore the bead of sweat on my brow
Returning to air-conditioned inside
I saw the palm frond corpses were gone
Maybe sighing in the wind of heaven
YOU ARE READING
In Anise's World
PoetryIt was scorching outside Heat made vision waver And Blood simmer She sat neutral, like water For everyone else at the mercy Of the Sun Realizing one day would come When she would boil over, sitting still
