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DRINKING FROM THE RIVER,
EATING FROM THE TREE

I remember

pulling the longest thread in a purple robe
while listening to Jack and the Bean Stalk

the boy who climbed forever

Shrill teatime parlors
of birds and women blanched with summer

in a delirious new year
of mangoes and polite card games

The burnished plump saints
of afternoon trees

bludgeoned with light

But more than sweltering pictures
come already dreamed

I remember the red
geography of late November trees

how light briefly suffered gold

the day Paul burned the Christmas tree
in the back yard

tinsel waving like bright, ragged angels
from a fallen god

My father's coffee spoon ringing porcelain
before the sun

kitchen light in his tin-tipped hair

      — Leonardo DellaRocca