There's a tree that's native to this desert land,
an umbrella tree but nothing like a palm.
Thin leaves are vibrant green ,
and when the wind stirs them they sing.
Bare pole trunks, tall to offer shade,
but me...I have to go out there and saw them down,
before they uplift the foundations of everything.
I am an umbrella tree
Caring as a weeping willow
I spread my leaves as open palms
I stand tall and so strong
I can thrive my leaves are as open hands
I can bathe in forest rain and rays of sun
I am an umbrella tree
(Mask Poem)
List of things to do before
I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
^
There’s one
Wild flower
And
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
^
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
^
To
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
^
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
or
Keep the enemy out
^
I want to be happier
Than I‘ve ever been
To
Fall in love again
^
I buried
Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees
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