Sunday, May 22, 2005
By George Gurley
A bulldozed hedge tree
lies on the black soil
like a rotten molar.
Its bright orange roots
swarm up like telecom cables.
It will be a refuge guarded by thorns
until a spring fire turns it to whirlwinds
flushing the rats and rabbits out.
Hawks, attracted by smoke,
will circle above and have a field day.
-- George Gurley lives in Baldwin. Poet's Showcase features work by area poets. Submit your poetry via e-mail with a subject line of Poet's Showcase to email@example.com or send typewritten (not handwritten) submissions to Mindie Paget, 645 N.H., Lawrence 66044, attn: Poet's Showcase.