Pine needles tickle the air in a slovenly fashion
Like the gruvulous gloves of the Grinch or the Onceler
Picking out leaves off the curry with action
As she readies enough for the lunch and the supper
Shift in and out the colonial colossus
With patterns encaustically embedded beneath
Our shoes as we drift past the dusty red Jesus
And out to the Dipteran plant sanctuary

Glistening Ornithurines and street mutts alike
Beetles of luridly colors that bite
Toads from the Indus and fierce black kites
Join Oma for teatime and prayer!
Much to her sheer... delight!
I sat by your feet as you shuffled through beads
Of a different rosary daily!
One which I wore round my neck till I lost it
But all of your beauty I've got still!

Play with me today, where the lemon trees banter
And walk with me away, to the gardens that grow!
And the Orchids and Crotons,
They dance under waters of silver and green
And the stray cats will frequently greet!

Elchi bananas and coconuts drop by the season
Exceedingly fresher than fruit from the market
The uglies have taken up space beyond reason
No room for our car, where the fuck should we park it?
Mangoes are dried out to prep for the pickle
The ceiling fan spins and the tartiness spreads.
Miskeen with a grin gives a hand in the kitchen
And Niffy does too, but I'm eating her head!

Raggedy critters and verminous beasts
From down in the sewers and up past the trees.
Gray shrews and brown bats and fairytale fairies
Come especially for Oma's Hail Mary's
Much to my very... surprise!
I sat in the shade that the lemon tree made
And I waited, she smiled as she said
"In the hour of our death, Amen"
Marking the end of her daily routine
Drank her cup of tea!

Play with me today, where the lemon trees banter
And walk with me away, to the gardens that grow
And the Orchids and Crotons
They dance under waters of silver and green
And the stray cats will frequently greet!