Counting Coconuts

Each day many fall, Them hardened furry balls. And oh how they call Perched on the coconut tree sturdy and tall Nothing but ‘em coconuts on a dead-end street With their half-formed wobbly meat Them coconuts that leave Me bitter from the sweet. The tears of the coconut you see Fall for ideas that never come to be Dangling fibers from the tree Bear witness to my priceless fee. I count them coconuts on a dead-end street, Each one rotten and each one sweet. One rumbled of the thunder the night two hearts met One caught all my laughter in its fibrous net. O coconuts of the dead-end street O coconuts rotten and sweet O coconuts when they fall Splatter into wounds bloody and raw O coconuts of abundance O coconuts of remembrance Them coconuts, how they count how they Count your absence