by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
No one can see the magnolia bloom.
Lost is the great South’s fragrant charge.
Everyone believes that G_d is hiding all favor.
Discouraged is the great North’s logging movement.
Among the sycamores a conspiracy of veils.
Powerless is the great East anticipating a hurricane.
The stillness of the sequoias in what once was flame.
Suffocating is the great West in ashes hovering above.
Searching for the alchemist to bring gaseous life
while Earthers decrease their expelled contributions,
the mighty woods have no time left,
yet they swoon when the winds begin.
Inside, their chemistry that is awakened, commits
to the severing of all highly stretched boughs.
Those limbs no more to tickle the stars
but to bend to human offsprings’ reach.
Smaller and smaller our plants do grow
and smaller does each human adapt.
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