Page 11 - Nursery Catalogue draft 2 (photos)

CAT-004

Plane tree at the crossing of the ways.

I never did end up exploring those other tracks,
and now my chance has been lost- for a few
years at least.

The broad leaves you’ve dropped are carpeting
every side of the big ford with russet.
They rustle underfoot as we say our goodbyes.

Your bark is a collage of rounded patches,
stuck on every which way (and some not stuck
very well at all).

There is a bright green arrow scarred across
your torso– a relic of the BMX enthusiasts
who rush through this crossroads in the wood.

Despite the graffiti you still stand with dignity,
branches gracefully arranged. There’s definitely
a dryad in you, a dryad who loves the nymph
from the stream she grew next to.