only the base, the stalks, the bamboo's beginnings
are what truly remains green and strong and stable and true
reaching straight up toward the sky
all the leaves grew abundantly
crazy in all directions
no rhyme or reason
it appeared to be flourishing
but on closer inspection
you could see the brown leaf tips
if you looked more carefully it wasn't what it appeared to be
from a distance
the lucky bamboo has had three homes
but when it got to its fourth one
the quietest, most lonely one
it had gotten spots
turned brown and yellow
like rotten bananas
it's very easy to see now
up close
and at a distance
that it's no longer
green and strong and stable and true
The Fourth Home
A tale of bamboo. Nice - slc