If I were a horticulturalist like Sam Van Aken
I would splice a banana tree with a strawberry tree.
Strawberries are not tree-grown?
Okay.
Then I would splice a banana tree with a peanut tree.
If I could find a butter cow from the Iowa State Fair
I would set it under this new bana-peanut-a tree
For there is nothing better than a peanut butter and banana
sandwich
And I eat butter on everything
I did not know that about peanuts.
I would splice a banana tree with a pistachio tree
over my butter cow.
The old man walks up the olive hill,
Iron bedrock washes out to sea,
A cleft splits the iron hill,
The valley blooms a pistachio tree,
The old man breaks the killing stick,
The point is ruddy and its heart is green.
Breaker of branches rattle my senses,
Tender of blossoms wreck my defenses,
Sender of seeds blow,
Shaker of leaves blow,
Bender of boughs blow, blow, blow,
Taker of trees blow through me.
a pair of
rainbow
Lorikeet birds
Spin free
as a Ferris wheel
Upon
the highest branch
In the garden of
a thousand eyes
from
their favorite olive green
Pistachio tree
Sun-bake hands
Shall
pray for thee
Upon
the highest branch