the trees worry me

 

today
 

I contemplate that phone call
an arborist with a chainsaw
joined to the ground
with thick nylon
rope
 

thunder
and the whole tree
shifts

 

I stand beneath swirling orange
my camera pointed towards
a deeper light
 

I will become my mother
 

an umbrella when it rains
an open space when branches
bend too low
 

making excuses for my childhood
 

a broken house
a broken vow
 

I shall inherit this fear

 
 

 
 

 
 

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