Axillary Poems | Examples

On a Moonlit Night

peering on the window, water apple leaves
sway with the breeze, dancers of the night
in green veined fingers cast quirky shadows
against the cream-colored concrete walls

beneath them, i turn to the porcelain cup 
in my hands, whirling the tinted water of 
fresh picked tea leaves now invisible under steam
before lushing up to quench my thirst

i gaze up again and marvel 
as succulent water apples 
bounce forth and back
from their wellspring
like little children 
playing tug-of-war

it's an ingenuous spectacle 
of swollen receptacles and 
callyces on chlorophyll clothes
woven with corky axillary branches

on a night like this
nature's cellulose creatures
are my gentle reminder 
on living alive--
undaunted, free and happy
despite the tribulations of time