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September 3, 2014

One day the two alder trees at the back of the supermarket disappeared and their place was paved-over. I asked why. The roots were pushing up the bricks, I was told: someone had complained. I want to complain, I said. Cities need trees. Pedestrians should put away their phones and look where they are going. I say this as a person with many blind-spots, much given to tripping over/bumping into things!


Patches of new paving
pale as scar-tissue
where the alders stood

Air rearranges itself
empty now of leaf-gossip
catkin and finch

Into the trees’ absence
sunlight and rain
fall and are gone


This poem and another commenting on Ash die-back are published today on The Stare’s Nest – “poems for a more hopeful world”, which has been posting one or more poems a day since the end of June.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. mavinabaker permalink
    September 3, 2014 8:16 am

    Beautiful, poignant words Ama

  2. September 3, 2014 10:54 am

    lovely poem, Ama

  3. September 3, 2014 11:57 am

    Thank you, Jo and Mavina. It was an interesting process, taking a gallon of rage and distilling it into a thimbleful of poem!

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