Let Trees Be Trees by Kendra N. Bryant

Let Trees Be Trees

In downtown Houston

nets catch leaves

like fisherman catch fish

forbidding Fall from littering sidewalks

like denying springs Blue Gills & Bass.

Hundreds of leaves trapped in mesh

like coils of hair caught in Condor Bouffant caps

create simulated neighborhoods

like fashioning fraudulent self-images.

Branches bend like praying mothers;

stems break like waggling faith; &

flowers wither like shrunken souls;

confined by man’s made apparatus

like ladened by the master’s tools.

But what if we let trees be trees,

& if we cut one down

it’s like we bleed,

so we leave them alone

to simply be

loose & wild & completely free?