Wesley Gibbings

(Trinidad and Tobago)

A Tree in Their Garden


In their garden is a tree which glows in the dark
The season, they say, brings golden trees
But none that lights the garden at night
Like this one
In their garden

It's a tall one
Branches spread like warring sling-shots
Bark torn apart as if by whittlers' hands
Leaves falling to the ground
As in the final flight of weary butterflies

At night the breeze is strong and barely captured
By the shining leaves
Whistling out to visiting friends
Island people far, far
From oceans warm as fresh, undiluted piss

There is a tree in this garden which sings to us
Through lips of shining leaves
Throats of tattered bark
And the gasp of changing seasons
In the night

(First night at Nick's place)

Submitted: Friday, October 26, 2012

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