Poem: Between Two Trees by Mark Tulin

Mark Tulin
BETWEEN TWO TREES

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,
at the corner, a 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.

First published in the fine site, MockingHeart Review.

Featured photo by Mark Tulin.