The Last Trees in Slab City
who remembers trees
when air was free from fares
guiltless
tankless
unassailable
cliches of rustling leaves
enchanted forests
infanticidal practices like nestling newborns atop boughs
cordate declarations etched beneath oak bark and canary sashes
as dead as concrete blocks
and the nearest approximation is a toy broccoli flower
wire wools welded for steel topiaries
laud the arboreal knights
growing figments stalking the future
with whom was shared breath and hearth
in Slab City
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2025
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