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.
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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
Great post 😁
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Thank you!
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No problem 🙂 check out my blog when you get the chance 😁
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Agave is an amazing plant. Have you ever used agave sweetener? Tasty for tea
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It is! Oh, yes. I have a bottle of agave syrup in my pantry.
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Great poem to bring around again … via blog preferable to via pickup truck … that pic makes me cringe (tho I suppose the transplant rate is pretty good, what disruption to the plant’s established timeline for when to bloom being hijacked by upheaval and relocation!!)
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Oh, this one had long since bloomed, and needed to be removed. I transplanted a handful of agave pups about seventeen years ago, and they’ve multiplied and taken over!
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Mmm offering a view yet reserving the taste for another’s tongue…. But pls what will your own tongue get to taste when you leave it for another? I like Agave…. 👌
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I suppose that is the question!
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Yep.
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