What – Green Snow?
First really hot day since
the punishing winter and
nothing spring –
hummus lunch and warm pita
outside sidewalk café style
under shade of awning and avenue tree
waiters are lounging out of doors
everybody is happy
Sudden cool gust –
prolonged blow –
oh no! – what now, rain?
just wind – signaling what?
that tree above shakes and bends with the gusts –
green seedpods shower the hummus crowd
horizontal green snow!
it stings the neck
sprinkles the hummus –
peppercorn sized – pods –
“only in New York” the guy behind me says –
he adds – “but look – nobody seems to mind” –
nor moving or complaining – just dipping and eating and drinking. –
nobody moves or ducks inside –
the green pods keeping falling from the sky –
in my head – shirt – all over my food in my water
I keep eating –
knowing I’m eating some pods too –
a new food seasoning! might as well just eat it too –
(what’s the difference?)
“A tree might grow in my stomach,”
I tell my waitress –
“I bring you strong Turkish coffee –
very famous, very hot – make you feel good!
so strong, no baby tree ever grow in your stomach.” –