Joyce Kilmer's "Trees"
By Kenneth Pobo
October 15, 2022
October 15, 2022
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Mom played piano well,
tried to give me lessons. I ran off--but came back to hear her play “Trees.” I liked shade. Moonlight pulsing through trees broke my piñata mind open. I even started to sing along. My voice made birds fly away, made the open orange juice bottle beg to have its lid put back on. I sang anyway. She said trees were uplifting. So true! They lifted me, one leaf at a time, over our town, freeing me, giving me a fresh look at where I came from. |
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Kenneth Pobo (he/him) is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), and Lilac And Sawdust (Meadowlark Press). His work has appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, Asheville Literary Review, Nimrod, Washington Square Review, Mudfish, Hawaii Review, and elsewhere.
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