Garlic

Spindly green fingers push up from the earth,
tickling and teasing the belly of the sky.
She laughs, her heavy chest bellowing,
as her tears sprinkle upon their palms.

Though the day will come
when their fingers will begin to wither,
the months of laughter taking their toll.
I promise to hold your hand
to lift you from the earth,
and enjoy your pungence for months to come