getting well again
and my skull rises
back to my face
and pushes my eyes
back out to the world
at Union Square
squinting in the sunshine
I see waves of people
crashed out on the square
to sleep or eat or visit
and make the concrete bright
someone tapped
my trunk
this sugaring time
my sap sweetens
another's pail
the early blooms
look just fine
poking out of brown Winter
But I'm a tree
still heaving up my sap
the white mothers
all have gray
in their hair
and shining brown faces
push their strollers
how did I miss
the stubble
on the elm trees?
The shadows are speckled
the earth pokes its eye open
this diary
holds thousands of pairs
of straight legs
supporting countless confused kindnesses
burst out of urgent imaginations
give me
the name
of the feeling
So close
to every stranger passing
a few warm days
makes for early blooms
ho hum
let's go buy gum drops
and see a movie
4 days ago
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