Agave
Found one
afternoon on Sitges beach,
you’ve
grown on this balcony from a pup
through our
thirty years of marriage.
Left there where
we found you
would you
have reached this size?
Perhaps the
only useless question now.
But through
droughts, through rainy years,
I’ve
wondered about the differences made
by
caressing those blue-green sawtoothed
leaves of
yours, by giving you
the
occasional word, especially while pruning.
Ouch! Come on,
now, here’s water,
saved from
this morning’s dish rinse.
So let’s go
for it—stay well!
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