The Sadness of No Proximity
If Einstein had been born near me instead
I can’t help but wonder what he’d have said
Re the cucumber vine, which does displace
Far more than its namesake: nine feet of space,
Bears a flimsy, quickly shriveling flower,
With E=mc2 of an hour.
He might have have complained that gophers don’t eat
Cucumber vine like a vegetable treat.
It grows on fences, it winds around trees,
And soon dies, leaving tangled vines and leaves.
Maybe he would say what I will now say:
I wish cucumber vines would go away.