Persimmon Tree (Poem)
Persimmon Tree (Poem) In old man’s front-yard, every fall the Persimmon tree stands tall laden with fruits from top to bottom no one to pluck and hand them. I wish I could see the old man this evening to help him enjoy of his own making. I wait for him as I enjoy the sight unchained gates do not invite. like a dream in flight shadows outshine the light. I stand and stare laughing at my struggled affair of Persimmons that seem so far be it the old man’s home or in my backyard. Once in two years I wait for you but squirrels eat it before I get to you a struggle brews new techniques used to save a few but squirrels get to it no matter what I do. One day my neighbor got a cat the squirrels seem to have noticed that the squirrels still mince on the fruits from the top and leave the bottom ones for us to plop and that’s lucky break I got. ======= Jan 10, 2018