Tanya Muzumdar, Issue 17.2



When you propose a big family

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx of pines

I think first of white spruce in treble file,

soprano quills trilling songs of moons

and yellowed affairs. All the while,

this planting is more than just the touch

of opened earth. Pines bear the weight

of settling and children. How long, how much

to give? Seedlings wink at my fate,

as though they know before I do. My answer

is wavy, not bent on evergreens’ appeal.

But see the father lead his girl in manners

of dipping roots, and how to water real

needs. Yes, feral is the love born in seeds.

I let the water coast to the needles.


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