I mowed the lawn
For over four years
Followed the perimeters
Skirted the cacti aware of being stuck
In one corner the javeline points
And fleshy limbs, in a circular design
Leaves like spreading fingers
Capture the moisture and sunlight
This plant dormant and unmoving
Is called Agave cactus
From limbo pushed out, rose up
I sighed with jealousy at such an erectus
Not only respect, gives rope and twine
And drink to overcome despair
Mescal and some spaces in between
Stands so proud in the sky
Alas I sigh for so many other cousins
That have faded and vanished
shimon weinroth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twine-and-tequilla/
