Coconut Palm Poem

El Sol has risen over the near ridge, 

Silhouetting coconut palms 

That each look like a

Lime-colored explosion or 

Stop-motion firework.

Look at it long enough, and
it all starts to shimmy-shake

Stiletto fronds

Swoon at the top 

Of an improbably

Long and slender trunk,

And shiver reflections

Of the morning sun,

Every single palm,

In all its three sixty glory,

Giving a personal shout out
To distinguish itself

From the crumpled quilt of 

Other, more subtle greenery,

And only then

Do you think of the nut.