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tailored

a poem for a snowy spring day.

tailored

old gnarled
carrying the shape of an orchard apple tree
the mountain ash across the street
stretches
spreads
naked
berries exposed

then this morning
in lieu of spring leaves
the ash accepts a suit
standing still as piles grow
on the branches
hiding the berries
and burying it’s feet
wrapped in the whole cloth
of winter

from
socks in the dryer (Salmonberry Press, 2013)