City Tree
May 22 2023
The city tree
seems unnatural
in its dry patch of soil.
Hemmed in
by thick concrete slabs
between the sidewalk and the street,
its delicate leaves
struggling to breathe
in the blue miasma of diesel fumes
and noxious car exhaust.
While the hungry roots
are stunted
in the hard compacted earth.
Bikes are chained
branches broken off.
Lost Dog flyers
are tacked to its bark,
while random passers-by
pluck a few handy leaves
for no reason than because.
But it's a survivor
and I’m grateful for it.
For the welcome shade.
The oxygen it emits
and water exhaled.
The cool green canopy
that offers such relief
from the sombre greys
of busy city life.
The paved streets
and haggard people.
The looming towers
wrapped in dark reflective glass.
The plastic and paper
and fast food containers
that litter the place
like man-made tumbleweeds.
A shopping bag
is snagged on a branch
just out of reach.
I'm not sure which seems more incongruous,
the orphaned bag
or unloved tree.
It flutters in the breeze
as if trying to break free.
While the tree is still,
anchored
just where we planted it.
We, its human custodians;
like neglectful dads, or absent ones
who long ago
lost touch.
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