Remember, in that garden eastward in Eden, there were two trees? Though East, this is not that place. That book does not even apply here where a sacred cow down the street ruminates on mango rinds in a garbage heap but there are two trees. One is studded with egrets like magnolia blossoms preening white breasts among the leaves, long necks hooked like shepherds' crooks. The other, right beside it, wears bats hanging like handbags in the sun unfolding lazy wings to fan themselves. But it is not just black and white or mouse ears upside down and smooth-crowned heads, but white shawls spread in the sun trailing whispers of plumes and black wings, naked, stretched taut; the bones of flight visible through the flesh. Where a sacred cow grazes on rotted fruit bridal veils swoop out of the boughs; at night the skin and bones of wings stroke down moon channels between cottonwoods East of wherever the gate closed on Eden. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE |