A Grandpa Grey green
s t r e t c h e s
in a warm coastal breeze, leaf.
his skin cracked.
A Spanish Missionary once dug into the rocky sea-salt soil,
placed him down,
two-hundred years of eyes and oils
pressed from the sagging branches of pottery wisdom
from his olive eyes.
Part II
Grandma FIG's got damp skin that stretches,
wrinkled, elegant
over a plump inside.
Her seeds of time that crunch
on the very taste bud
of sweet pleasures
her stem nutty and thick to hold onto her taste bud.
Being a Mama fig, makes a dried fig juicy and plump.
And sweet
Maiden Mother Queen Crone
Calimyrna Fig Pollinate