everybody gets a green card
got my green card new years eve
now i can plant flowers
hug trees, find rest beneath
an old gnarly oak
what turns me gnarly also turns
little boys pink and little girls blue:
boxing our way out of boxes
heading down highway #90 and wanting rest
i turned left on a dirt road
where a wood sign said “Gila Forest”
drove until i saw a clearing
with one gnarly tree in the middle
of a large circle splattered with litter
from my car i took a bag and filled it
with beer cans and disposable diapers
it was a beginning…
being short on energy and bags i
placed my gatherings at the old tree’s feet
it was then i found multiple gunshot wounds
shattered bark, punctured skin
but not in the heart-of-tree…
i scribbled a little sign
to place beside my gathered garbage
beneath Old Tree:
“only assholes litter”
then walk away Lucile and wondered
“what ilk of two-legged beings
pump bullet after bullet
into a living, breathing tree?”
on this 16th day
in the year of 2010
gonna sit me down
to give and get
one more piano lesson.