It’s Tuesday. I’m not sure what happened to Monday. It was a blur.
Today, I will be sharing another flashback poem. I wrote it sometime in the mid-1990s.
“The Tree Equals You”
I was running
I felt like the chained-up
poppies that were outside my window.
I bought a crescent moon for you in New Orleans.
A tree in Texas told me to come back to you . . .
But I put you in a box full of blues.
I still trip over your branches.