Come rest your weary But lazy Heads and hands For just about a minute thirty Under my shadow That comes past noon.
Come sit on a stool, Come sit on a bench, Come lie down On the cheese grater And stare at the ridiculously clear blue skies Of October.
I shall cause your mouths to overflow with words As green as my leaves, As tall as everything of me, As harmful as my falling rotten fruits, As deep as my root's embrace of the land, And as cool and comforting as my shade.
For I am worthless
I only bear edible fruit In the summer When no one is around, and My limbs tend to overflow to the halls and walls So they severe it occasionally And just dispose. Ants create trails on my body Traversing my height in spirals So be careful not to come too close.
I am worthless But for the times you spend with me.