Stalked by August Trees
Every time I change directions
lately, and possibly beforely,
Trees stand by to mentor
to feed with branched hands
to bleed when uprooted
from aptic past centuries
of hibernating winter naps.
Trees of original pheromone attraction,
like Taurus colonizing crabgrass
embedded in deep horticultural learning root systems
self-with-other cooperative matriarchal
I'm driving my deep royal blue truck
without 1.5 tons of empty ideas
about why we tell each other we hope to plant trees
and edible urban goodnews landscapes.
And why deeper resilience
might invite us to think more extended family
about locally edible preferences for foragers
of all healthy species,
edible and humanely divinely ornamental.
Nor why merely ornamental undervalued lives
rather than Win/Lose edible and commodified deaths
bring more or less longterm health-resilient values
for unhungry people
and rapid but not rabid rabbits
and self-satisfied maternal turtles
and bedded oysters
and slow-grown snails
and sleek blue herons,
just because they too
can appear deep royal blue
when standing studying wet
under a canopy
of May raining births and bursts
of pheromone coming leaves.
Why do healthy MotherTrees,
edibly and ornamentally developing,
cooperatively co-managing multicultural Trust with Beauty,
lust for a diversely wealthy woodland?
Responding to August pheromones
with healthy cooperative climax
here near our urban queered Thames River,
formerly Shetucket from the north and east,
and frantic Yantic
to those Western First TreeNation shored.
I remember driving
toward a first-time rendezvous
with another TaurusBrother,
deep royal purple
from early August sun
beneath picnic tabled shade trees.
Wearing broad branched shoulders
Armaments extending his Taurus pheromones
well beyond his white wife-beater
If not in heated August,
Would he still be my shade tree husband,
mentor of Win/Lose nature v spirit detachments?
half a well-branched tree story
without valuing rich deep edible August roots.
I want to replant fruit
and date trees,
and edible oyster
and river-watered healthy habitat
because I am a more ornamentally interesting
and edibly invested tree of Taurus confidence
when planting and watching,
with authorized RightBrain WinWin gratitude,
graceful Trees of multiregenerational
August pheromone life.
Returning from an Urban Agriculture
about why we hope to heal
almost August souls
planting and caring for young growing Trees
seduced into reborn leaving life
by May becoming rich soil
and climate atmospheric pheromones.
and seasonally revolving longings to belong.
I suppose these are why
I choose planting edible trees
with fellow ornamental minds
as these healthy WiseElders
planting sacred wealth-inviting climates
reforesting Left/Right branching deep rich Green
August climaxing pheromones.
WiseElder Trees cared for my original farmhouse home,
oak and fir and maple
shaded August rutting adolescent heat
to my favorite stalking Trees
in deep royal blue,
with green resilient interior,
August pheromanic Truck.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2018
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