Xerophile Poem by Douglas Scotney
Xerophile
My intended switch,
which has hung under the eaves to dry
all long summer,
has a hundred leaves
and only ten are green no more,
are now the color of straw.
It's a shoot
from the bulbous base of a Pony Tail,
which, once it gets a go on,
would thrive in a desert
and also, too and as well,
provide much-needed shade in hell.
Thursday, March 11, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: plants
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
12.3.21. Pic = Pony Tail aka beaucarnia recurvata. Xerophile from Gk for 'lover of dry'.
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