One tree is a circle
of bubblegum cotton candy.
It will be a mountain someday.
Impermanent, recycled, atomized, born anew.
Lush unto stone. Green shifting grey.
One tree is a corpse
of thin lizard tails and desert sighs.
It will be a mud brick paradise.
Chopped down, set aflame, oven baked.
Dry unto wet. Brown sticks become red clay.
One tree is a house
for spring creatures and nests of wisdom.
It will be a prison for the damned.
Sheltered, splintered, sold for stray parts.
Pine straw unto black bars. Leaves return to soil.
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts 17Numa.com where
links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live
events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the
Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His most recent book, Abstract Visions
of Light, was released in 2018 through Alien Buddha Press.