Big Window

a quick glimpse of something beautiful

To a Tree by Lily Brown

It means microcosm, the shiny field

of fabric on the screen.

Eucalyptus is the object;

it means project. Bathe

in its leaves. Sob its oddity

to the sidewalk. Defend its non-nativity.

Take on the tree and fistfight

desire. Shadows lie: I see them:

features, limbs, ink with shifty

edges. Break it atypically, the day

to pieces, each differently

visible. Shade open so the street

is lined. Evening tree is salty

with dusk. Early sun distributes

risk. Its lineage casts shadows,

shadows that pull a tree down.

Broken, legible heap.

by Lily Brown
published in TYPO 9


Filed under: Poetry

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