Two poems – by Kenneth Pobo

by TBLM

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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