Lisa Jarnot / Tree Ode

O trees I love o trees I love o gracious greenleafed trees above o trees in gentle springtime gear o trees
of North and South and near o trees who fill the air with buds like lightly lithely soap pink suds o trees
be quiet in the rain in seeing trees release the stain of squirrels as roadkill pork pot pie of squirrels in trees
with tail-flash shy like airplanes deep inside their flight like passengers who owe delight to leaving
all the world’s sad space, cilantro, chickens, roosters baste themselves among the sky’s swell clouds
a toothpaste tub of round and round hello to life hello to mind so bristled like a porcupine.       

CUE:  A Journal of Prose Poetry
Winter 2006 Issue III, Volume 1