Poem: Between Two Trees by Mark Tulin

I watch a homeless man
rest peacefully
between the haves
and the have-nots

The lucky children play
on the monkey bars,
as the blackbirds graze
on a fertile lawn,
beside a nearby truck
backing up, warning us
with blinking lights

I can see the world
between two trees,
imperfect
and unequal
as tall as the palms
stretching upward,
as temporary
as a summer breeze
that carries
floating dandelion
seeds.

This poem was orignially published at MockingHeart Review.
Featured photo by Mark Tulin.