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Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on June 20, 2008 by bodhitsattva

You are what stands
between me and March
when I’m eating my bark
like potato chips in January,
sucking molasses sap
from my skin cracks,
mistaking dead leaves
for fall foliage,
living as a tree
that’s rotted and ravined,
now a hollow dwelling
where the rodents died.

Casting gray crosses
on barren cash-crop farms,
birds fly in circles
until they can go North,
and America hopes the groundhog
won’t see his shadow,
and if he does
you will be vengeful,
throwing snow
and icing drives,
freezing groves
and power lines,
and skiing cars
across black ice.
your sleet storms
trap travelers
in damp log cabins
like fine-pelted wolves
in a hunter’s snare
while the salted city sidewalks
separate from the weight
of your white slush.

Stop taunting me
with the buds I birth
when Spring marches in
skirts and dresses
without panties,
my legs then hot tree roots
in need of a breeze
to cool what’s between;
I have a blossom
that needs to breathe.

(3rd Revision)