“Pines” by Callie Siskel

by on 08/08/14 at 10:25 am

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After Peter Taylor

Why should the trees that line the tiresome,
familiar street surprise you, walking through
the neighborhood? It’s March. The sour gum
is bare. What made you think it’d break into
a fit of scarlet leaves? A maple split
the pavement once when you were still a kid.
You tripped over the jagged edge and bit
your tender tongue. You hadn’t tasted blood
till then. But now, you’re out for shaving cream,
having cut yourself a hundred times.
You left your sons asleep. In last night’s dream,
you were a boy again, back when the pines
dropped cones for you alone, when mysteries
of every kind were manifest in trees.

 

Original appearance in Able Muse.

Callie Siskel lives in Baltimore and teaches creative writing at Johns Hopkins University, where she earned her MFA in poetry in 2013. Her recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in the Yale Review, 32 Poems, and Passage North.

Callie Siskel lives in Baltimore and teaches creative writing at Johns Hopkins University, where she earned her MFA in poetry in 2013. Her recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in the Yale Review, 32 Poems, and Passage North.

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