A poem.
Blue skies peeking through your arms,
Forest Fire
Down the asphalt poured like licorice, the street is theirssweat of tar echoingfrom machines…
I planted a tree and watched as it grew, too slow to see, but in no timethe years rush past and its limbsreach beyond my house.
Little Brother
On one forbidden tree,Inside a garden of eternity,Hung seeds of death deliciouslyEnticing us to eat;