Palms gesticulate sharply
Against the laughter of boughs
And spider plant nods
As grasses dance their way
Into meaning.
The avocado tree shines as she
Shakes loose her joy philosophy
Impervious to the rosemary
Always guarding her from harm,
Whose sheaths protrude provocatively
But have nothing to say.
Like dangling fingers
The quills of neighboring fronds
Play the airborne keys
And all that you can perceive of this
Is the solemn swing of the central chime
That hammers when it's struck.
