LUCKY BAMBOO

Against the sky blue wall of my home

It stood, green and yellow

With promises of luck, gold and love.

Knowing very well it won’t fit in my rational home

I untied the scarlet satin

That held the frail stalks together

Cautiously stripping off its enigma,its aura,its promises.

Found a corner of my green garden apt for

The lucky one, to bury its roots in.

I let it grow....

After all,it’s a plant ,a touch of green

That has to grow under a

Sky that is blue.