← v20n2, Fall 2021
Poetry · Volume 20, Number 2

Echo Discusses Desire with the Trees

Surely you covet

things beyond your reach. I see

how you pivot toward the sun’s

blithe face, compete like schoolgirls

for its gaze.

Even your roots, insatiable.

Your foundation: a snarl

of pushy tongues.

But you stand around like gossips and view me

hostile. You shiver

as I pass, refuse me refuge.

Of course I wanted

what was denied to me, of course

I withered from its lack—

My need offends you

in its clarity. Even now, you yearn for any

wink of sun through the haze—

and the clouds themselves,

swollen with rain.