The Trees Hesitated (Written July 23)

The Trees Hesitated


He could not have intended for it

To be seen. No one would even

Notice it this late in the season.


Time is nothing if not amenable.

For two weeks or more the trees

Hesitated. Hundreds of fine black


Birds hung from the tall cliffs.

Mapped waters are more slack

Than the land is. The flowers


Were in bloom in the children’s

Cemetery. In the hours

Before noon the static


Became unbearable. The staircases

Were more sturdy in the attic.

What can I say of the marsh?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>