Agave
It might deceive.
Or like a cruel
window, live its life
unopened,
offering a view
yet reserving the taste
for another’s
tongue, ignoring
even the wind.
The roots, as always, look down.
* * *
This first appeared in Ijagun Poetry Journal in December 2013, was featured in poems2go in April 2016, and is also included in my micro-chapbook, You Break What Falls, available for download from the Origami Poems Project: http://www.origamipoems.com/poets/236-robert-okaji
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My son’s neighbor in Dallas had this humongous agave next to the driveway adjacent to my son’s driveway. On my last visit I was sad to see they’d taken it out, but I guess the plant had gotten too big for the space.
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The get huge! And then they die. But in between, they propagate. Boy do they propagate!
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Like rabbits.
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Yep.
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The solution? tequila!
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If only we had the right agave!
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mmm…that counts me out, NZ’s not hot enough for an agave, but we do have tequila!
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If you’ve got tequila, you’re good to go!
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