The palm across the street stands stately embraced by wanton vines, wine-colored petals droop slyly along its manly flank caressing its stubbled trunk leaning into all its crevices. This is no ectomorphic plant, but, strong and squat, thick of thigh and neck, gigantic round head, fringing fronds framing a setting sun. Not a tree at all, but a home to every crow from miles around. Their conversations loud, like immigrant neighbors or blasting boomers, almost overbellow the rattling rippling ring of the wind playing it like a spikey xylophone.
Alice Folkart is a poet and short story writer from
Southern California. Both her short stories and poetry have been published
in a number of on-line and print journals, Ken*Again, Poems Niederngasse
- Marginalia, Long Story Short, Nights and Weekends, Mindfire, Writers
Post Journal and the Judd's Hill Winery Annual Poetry Journal (competition).
She lives near LA in Southern California and travels extensively. Next Poem: ......................................................................................................................................Back to Poetry Index |
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