beneath your giving tree

The Giving Treeagain we walk the boarded path
wrapped by shortening days
the places where once her green,
shaded, broad arms gave welcome
the center of our universe held
gathered picnics of playful laughter
moments that sewn us all together
scattered now by other things,
to fill your days with doing, dashed
dots across this plain, this cloudy sky
returning beneath your giving tree
whose detours would lead us onward
leans the hollow of our backs before
returning to the shadows of our lives,
and in our loneliness, find again,
another day waking far from home
to the twenty-seventh street bridge
breakdown,
breakdown.

 

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