Woodlands Farm

I water my cauliflower every day
and shoo the flies with a wooden spoon.
I sing to her as she grows!

My cauliflower is an ancient universe
with infinite spirals, cones
on cones, her attitude is fractal

she holds a thousand worlds.
My cauliflower is green like the pith of a lime,
green like sphagnum moss in spring.

Soft leaves wrap my cauliflower,
when I cut her stem she squeaks.
I divide the mountain, find two stout trees.