Flowering Tree

Spring went swirling over the manmade world—

Oh blossom. Oh baby.

Right over a crate of dreaming trees,
iron weathercocks, robotic wires marching across the plain.

East, then crazy.

Overcast amplified green,

made citizens slowly stone-deaf to leaves,
lives tuned to the electric sky.

Win some.

Charming, the chiming mind.
If only as charming as the fence that was sifting.

Unknowingly.

It couldn’t stop anything anyway.

Not the missile factory.
Not the storm: first spring bolts blitzkrieging the range.

And then some.

Everything far away became a flowering tree.

So we named it: The Lost City
in Every Citizen.

Lost from

—petals pressed to everything.

[Poem originally appeared in FIELD.]