Wanted that tractor so bad

Even though the ¼ acre

Could barely support it

Wanted it, like how we once

Wanted each other so bad

Shiny new tractor

All sorts of pretty additions

Auger, bucket loader, pallet fork

Perfect for spreading manure

And wood chips

We planned on having the best

Organic garden:

Planting corn, black-eye peas, yams

Collards and seasonals such as pumpkins

But everything takes work

Want stuff, or people, so bad

But somewhere along the

Space-time continuum

The wanting’s not worth the work

And one day the

Garden’s gone

And the shiny new tractor

(Peeling paint flaking off

Like spotted, aging skin)

Is rusted, busted inside

And we wonder why

We wanted it so bad…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)



The woodpeckers

Lately look

Delectably fleshy

Have I done them

A disservice

By buying a special feeder

Filled with suet and seeds?

When once small and thin

They sport bellies

Fluffing their striped feathers

Tossing their red heads

Lording it over a feeder

That allows for long tail feathers

Will they attract large predators

Or am I the one to be feared?

My appetites have changed

A vegetarian diet no longer suffices

I find myself enticed by the yard bullies

Fighting the feeling

Of what a (yummy)

Plump and juicy

Woodpecker would taste like

Melting on my starving tongue…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Woodpecker on my feeder