BAMBOO SONNET by Karen Miller

You kissed me ‘neath the bamboo’s thicket tall

Our passion sang amidst its rustling leaves

We pressed our ears against its woody wall

To hear the bamboo quaff within its sheaves.

The bamboo grows a foot or two each day

Its thirsty constitution we revere

And revel in its cool and lofty sway

The shade from our own bamboo belvedere.

The bamboo lives and grows one hundred years

If only you’d be mine that long times ten

Through all our love and laughter and our tears

I’d love you one more thousand years again.

No matter what the bamboo’s apogee

It shan’t outgrow the love I have for thee.