To lay in the shade
Or bask
In the sun?
Well
What are you below?
What bark is your back against?
It’s just me
& the bubble bee
& A blossomless plum tree
Too old
To bear fruit
But not too old to ask
Would you graft with me?
& bear pears?
Not plums
For on this evening
I am rather tough skinned
Until you peel me
& ask questions like:
Have you ever touched a lacewing’s underwing?
I have not
But wondered so –
In the full sun of a sunset
With nothing much to do
& nowhere much to go
But a beer
a may pole
& breath
For a season’s century