Tagged: trees

happiness grows on

happiness grows on
trees – which need watering, sunlight,
and enough care and

attention to make it through the
dark times, just like any other
.
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in mama’s backyard,

in mama’s backyard,
our twin dogwood trees compete
for her attention,

not unlike the way we all
light up when she turns our way
.
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when we said goodbye

when we said goodbye
to the Toona sinensis
and the Hibiscus

syriacus this afternoon,
no one came to pay their respects
.
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perhaps the trees of

perhaps the trees of
our childhood are imprinted
in our memories

in an ageless reflection,
determined, yet fallible
.
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maybe sixty-point-

maybe sixty-point-
eight percent of humans have
fond memories of

a tree from their childhood or
adulthood – always looking up
.
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the twin dogwoods in

the twin dogwoods in
our backyard will always have
each other, in the

way the southern magnolia
between them never understood
.
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your dad trimmed your trees

your dad trimmed your trees
for the neighbor’s fire pit, folks pitch
in when they can – when

did down-home hospitality
become another illusion
.
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we all do it now

we all do it now
and then
and eventually,
gnarl between and
beyond
varying states of
recognition, twist
like willow
or bonsai, contort
like oak. i am
looking at you
and discovering
someone
else. you are not
looking at me
and seeing
with clarity
.
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kyle from utah is

kyle from utah is
reminiscing about the
yards of grass and miles

of trees wherever he went in
atlanta – only in new york
.
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between sunset and dusk,

between sunset and dusk,
i carry our memories
into the woods and
to the lake, let
them soak in
the darkening
waters before
folding
them in
half
so
that we
can
share
everything
this equally
anchor roots,
annual scars, our
most vulnerable
therefore responsive
layers, and each new
branch, learning to tap
our rhythm across the sky
.
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