a dichotomy; daylight intersects
the home of gardeners, farmers and folk
where husks grow fruit
and pastures, weaved,
bury stock, on whom they choked
despite this thriving nature
this fertile wonderland
one small green soldier inches on;
a man to reprimand
one's sunny disposition?
this home is grey, and cold
soil to some is a web to others:
avocado seeds can't grow