Two poems

Kenneth Pobo

2021

Petaled Geography

We grow plants uncommon in

Pennsylvania. Like cotton.
Cotton bolls, our own bit of Georgia.
Did they miss red soil? And plumeria,
Hawaii in a container. Salmon-colored
blossoms. We’ve never been to Hawaii
so we brought it here. Red adeniums,
Madagascar beside our shed.
Tall Mexican sunflowers call to us
each morning. Orange, a song
which they will teach us. Mexico
on a thick stalk. In late fall,

I take in what can’t survive.
Geography warm by our window,
countries by a watering can.

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Witch

Hey–I am above your head.
You look for a broomstick
that I never needed.

I am travel.
I appear where I like.

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