I tie-dyed my pillow last night

I tie-dyed my pillow last night

Once again. The color brighter

This time. Still, the strokes fade quickly

Like water brushed on the sand of a summer beach.

I grow onions on my patio

In a wooden planter

Buried in plush black soil.

Long stalks stretch out greenly,

Open-palmed,

Reaching for the sun.

Or maybe covering its eyes

To see farther in a wild field

Over tall grass and purple flowers

Bathed under the sun.