Tree Watching
It’s our page, but it is reading us
I place my spade with a smack.
The joy in planting the tree
Is to think of what will come
Of something done by me.
The joy in planting the tree
Is to think of what will come
Of something done by me.
I place my chair with a smack.
The joy in having the tree
Is the interest that attaches
To something that isn’t me.
The joy in having the tree
Is the interest that attaches
To something that isn’t me.