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Of Green Plants and Dryer Quarters
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By Michelle Angelini
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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


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Submitted: Sunday, May 1, 2011

Last Updated: Monday, May 2, 2011

About the Poet
Michelle Angelini, aka Chelle, has been writing poetry for over 40 years. She has been published in many Southern California chapbooks and calendars. I am retired and dealing with my health issues. My Saviour, Jesus is always with me. God holds me within His wings. I am working slowly on a second book poetry and possibly my photography. And, I'm over 65 now and still loving it, even though my social life is not what it once was because of the painful fibromyalgia. It's quite frustrating, but I know Jesus still has "work" for me to do to show how much He blesses me.


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