This one is called Last Night's Dream.
Yet another tree here.
I guess I've always really been in the trees one
way or another.
Last Night's Dream.
I sing tree making green school after school of leaf,
fish flicker between the shade and sunlight in nets of brands
urging the students to see to see.
And one says, "I like the brown tree."
So I look.
She has conjured one of her scrawny northern cedars,
Arborvitae.
Dead or alive, one can't tell.
Earth brown sprouting bits of dry fern frond
from random twigs, disregarded.
And this tree behold glows from within halo
invisible invisible gold.