Inner Landscaping

A Poem by Changming Yuan

With its whim-bladed diaphanous scissors
The west wind arrives simply too early
Trimming the edges of late summer
Pruning the few overgrown branches
Of frenzy afternoons, like an artful hairstylist
Eager to enhance her patron’s charisma

Next year, when the season returns
It will try to grow greener, make stronger boughs
More tender buds, like the lilac tree
Trembling with muted laughter
In the front yard of my mind
But it won’t–death from Agent Orange,
The poison of Monsanto and Dow Chemical.

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