← v20n2, Fall 2021Poetry · 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.
