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This poem is taken from PN Review 146, Volume 28 Number 6, July - August 2002.

Two Poems Julia Lewis

Trees: A Seasonal Sequence

I

Red. For example the cherry
    prunus avium
in a patch of civic ground or suburban front garden; part of the
    blossom festival,
dawdling through passably anonymous summers. Whose
    gossipy leaves
will quieten in autumn, limp elliptical firedrops
    that hang
on a vertical axis (without wind, as though weighted). Its branches
    extend
to curve up like loop-fringed arms on a long sung note. If a breeze
    should disconnect
a leaf it seems arbitrary - they'll all go together when the tree thinks
    now
as though hold and relax of the hold were
    an act
of musculature. In fact, leaves are shrugged off with
    corklike callouses,
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