Leaving home strips the money tree
of its husks, lays bare notions of plenty
revealing unquenchable thirst.
First, there's the thrill of accomplishment,
the illusion of a self-sustaining organism,
and then the odds that young buds
will flower beneath the sweltering rays
of summer heat, that the earth's moisture
will sustain the herbage, nourish the tree.
Finally, the reality that dicing nature
whirls the wheel while roots struggle
to compete for footing beneath the turf.