an extra large painting of a house
except that he is new

the innocuous maple tree

formerly the useless … takes its beauty from the other queer settlers …

hadn’t I asked you a thousand times … and hadn’t you grown up knowing …

songs are apple-like in their inedible seeds … well, that’s wise

of you … but this maple … cornered as it is … can only cough slight

conclusions … about living … like a little kid in his or her winter

grippe … or take me, for example … one so anxious to understand safety …

that standing next to whatever’s broken … consoles an old tree with

arboreal mischief … tunes us both as lesser gods … translates most

of this loss into urgent play … into muscles of miraculous intent

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