My Manila Palm is still here making me work picking up its white seeds and reaching for my roof declaring it’s intent to live. I am happy it is here. It makes me feel hopeful that everything is here for a reason. I am strong!
I’m told it is a Manila Palm
destructive, will break my cement, enter my plumbing
It must go, be uprooted before it takes over my life
The two Filipino yard men tell me this in all seriousness
I peer at the gnarled roots
reaching out to me in an arthritic grip
Why Palm, are you holding on so tight?
You are alone in your battle
Planted by my phantom Samoan tenant
along with a luscious Areca palm
You scream your existence
Here I am, see me, hear me!
I just want to be acknowledged
I am not a beauty like my neighbor
But I hold my own in your garden of life
Let me be, It will cost you one thousand dollars to uproot me
Alex and Rolando hold no sympathy for me
Watch them whispering when you ask “how much”
They only are concerned about milking your money
You ignorant woman. Believe in me
I am smarter, aggressively clinging to life
Digging in for the long-term, unmovable stoic
Learn from me, Let me be