I threw some leaves in a plant-pot to see if they would
The same night
I drew the tree. With leaves like hands
all clutching at each other in dappled-green light.
I put my drawing on the top of the fridge next to the canvas
smells like cough medicine.
I remembered when it was used to carry shopping.
The handles cut into your hands as the shopping filled it
to the top.
I was sorry for your pain. So I sang to you and heard
your reply in another song,
I wanted to keep that song forever.
I opened the kitchen door to let the cat in
and the elderberry flowers,
just coming into bloom,
threw their spit-like petals
all over my face.
I wanted my own tree, with strong, limb-like branches,
steadfast even in gales,
more than ever.
I am gleeful with excitement
I am already smelling the sap and the whisper of darkest
green even though it is only spring.
If you have any thoughts on this
Bowd would be pleased to hear them.