August 9, 2014

Palms


I watch the palms 
by the pool
being trimmed,
men high up 
cutting heavy fronds,
all falling down. The trees
look so much better: 
crisp, manicured, happy. 
Now we walk 
a little faster,
speak more precisely,
our mood shifting
until we see everything 
more clearly, 
wondering why we feel 
an urge to clean,
can't stand ourselves
in the mirror,
just want to be out
at the pool, 
floating in the water,
staring up at the palms
moving in the wind.