July 4, 2017


Palm trees stand

around the pool,

cooked in summer's

baking heat,

scattering seed

across the land,

trimming time

has come, again.

A big boom truck

is out there, now,

chain saws roaring

way up high,

cutting out

deadwood fronds.

I watch them drop,

I hear them sigh.

We're all set for another year,

our deadwood cut

and buried deep,

what's left will heal 

while we sleep.