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.
