You are the world's first collector of peas and erect

colossal pea sculptures.

I am the crawlspace after

the wall did a whirligig once we'd pulled the atlas.

Your monuments are heroic and viewed

optimally from airplanes

or by engineers from balustrades

of gleaming, grand hotels.

A crawlspace cannot hold them.

We tried once--

how the peas tumbled into disarray

like so many stars, let down,

on their way toward earth, quietly casting

dreams of planets more vast, green and private.