What happened to the Chinaberry Trees by Clarissa Kendall

we used to lay beneath each Sunday,

hungry, hands like mouths on our answers,

like tarnish on silver: didn’t we know

 

the roots would remain—rely on the shade—

permanence and god and love? Gentle wind,

didn’t we know invincible? And what

do we know now? Her father owned guns.

 

My father was one. Watch her walk away,

steadying the ark of herself on the bark

of Chinaberry Trees when the wind blows.

Always, see the brilliance falling out of

 

her, falling out of me. I can still feel

the fall. We used to know invincible.

1 thought on “What happened to the Chinaberry Trees by Clarissa Kendall

  1. Lori M. says:

    Beautifully written. A troubled soul trying to reconcile her past…….well done.

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