Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Fight or freeze

Tree naked and cold as goats
hating winter in the open
field, but dumb, tree is soundless   She takes
it, takes the violent-breeze-swirling through her limbs

         Can't cry can't scream, no

Breeze-pleaser tree   Wind would have
to press its nonexistent ear to her bark
to hear heart thud hard in protest

              But Wind does no such listening

She-tree is frozen, froze
after the last yellow tear fell, plucked   Winter after god-forsaken
winter why doesn't she learn
not to show so much skin

                   And no photograph of wind

Tree is thick-skinned and silent as a woman
whose sky is blocked by a ceiling and stares

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