Selections from Tree of Awe

The day they told me Johnny was dead
I lit a candle and smoke reached up
I tried to recall the widow’s name
Brought out my old deflated basketball
Loved my life a little tenderly
as I squeezed it

The day they told me Johnny was dead
I remembered that moose we saw,
the one of wide, kind eyes and sharp beard,
I wondered if we lived
old enough to enjoy our maturity,
If his ex felt a pang any like mine.

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