Maple tree poem

What Drought Hath Wrought

 

I thought trees didn’t die

especially not my maple, my lost maple

 

It’d be fine without rain. Oh sure

we cut back on running the sprinklers since

well

they were broken

but I should’ve at least poured out the dog’s water bowl

on those roots I should’ve

done a few rain dances in the moonlight

should’ve prayed just once

 

But the tree guys

the young one with the moustache and the older one with the aviators

said the maple — “It ain’t gonna get any less dead” — was killing

the pecan tree.

“F’we cut it down, off the power lines, that pecan’ll grow right. Get some sun.”

 

I don’t know if the pecan tree has noticed it can breathe but

it has thanked us, filled our grass with nuts.

 

Comments

  1. “F’we”

    You’re a good listener.

    I am pondering the image of you doing a rain (liturgical?) dance in the moonlight.

    I like your seeing a rain of nuts as an act of thanks. Some folks wouldn’t.

  2. Megan, I can see this poem in my mind, having spent many long visits in the Hill Country. (I believe my father in law has a Lost Maples state park hat that my grandson is wearing….)
    Bummer about the maple, but so glad the pecan is happy.

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