poem for Arbor Day

I wrote this poem last summer, after reading Kevin Young’s “Arbor Day.” I stole his first line. His poem is about loss and dead leaves. Mine too.



It’s supposed to be beautiful tomorrow

same as always. Some clouds,

some sun, slight breeze.

No thing the same.


  1. Everything is the same. But no thing is the same. True, that.

  2. Love your last line.