|Panoramic 360° view of Joshua Tree Park|
Hold Still and Listen, shhhh, commanded she,
the tree. Surprised, I complied then and now
again. No curt command before or since
brought me such fear and joy as submitting
to trees. I see they’re here and there in cities, too,
for those who listen. Do deserts absent
of trees instill the same dear awe? I ask
students to speak of early learning they
recall. And they answer with buildings, streets
and trash, the sounds of bullets, bombs and screams—
the feel of running and crumpling down—
a natural environment of man.
They silence me and we exchange the look
of wise too young. We learn outside the book.
For my prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Teaching
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