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Earth, Heaven, Joy, Love, Overcoming, Peace, Peace of Mind, Poems, Poetry, Truth
I can’t remember the last time I
saw my green ivy, up the walk
along the steps, the rocks of
my entry, smiling saying “hello.”
One night a neighbor sprayed
poison on them, ‘cause that’s
where I live! Los Angeles, the city,
“civilization” without sidewalk
security,
litter on the streets.
Crime and lack of care, but
there… There we are, finances
have you where you are for now,
trying to make the best of what is…
There were a couple aloe cacti
on the rocks, as well—and when the
ivy died, taking away my green,
the aloe grew, started to take over.
Something there is that doesn’t
love ivy-killing spray, rises up
in the fray, becomes the ship staying
the course in the spray—
they tell you to walk away, to
not see your uncle buried at
Arlington with full honors but
you go anyway.
The orange of the flower replaces
the green of ivy goodness, as we return
home every day.
The hate cannot steal the hope and
its neverending growth and ray,
the devil a coward when you call him
out, then Decide.
Ahh, he hates a decision as you
stay your own path against the tide.
Self-doubt, used to be their shouts,
you block it out and advance on
heaven, a narrow walk for only
certain, chosen soldiers who look to
left and right, even dangerously behind
to help another onto the trail
before we die triggering eternal life.
Aloe Vera is tougher than the poison
as is to death life.
Bill Watkins, Traveling Poet 