The Trees, They Were Once Good Men

One sees one's vulnerability

Poet Todd Boss

The Trees, They Were Once Good Men

who for whatever
reason were never
given the keys to
heaven,
 
and who stand now
 
arms outstretched
to one another, some
entangled, some even
 
grown together, in
more than solidarity
but still afraid to fall
in love again.
                     From
these, in this thin
stand here one sees
one’s vulnerability:
one’s slender life,
one’s limbs lifted
high.
           The air.
                         Sun-
riddled good-byes.
The wood.
                  Listen—
Can you hear your
deepest prayer?
 
Your farthest flung
flitter of shame?
Your heaviest sigh,
sung like a name?
 
No.
       No, nor can I.
 
Todd Boss

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Poem ©2008 Todd Boss, all rights reserved. Used by permission of the author and publisher W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. Film ©2011 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.

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