Palo Verde tree to the ground
you on the roof and me
on the ground we went
round and round sawing
and clipping and tearing
getting our hands torn and
our arms ripped open for five
bushels of thorns and a pile
dragged to the bloody alley
while you cursed me
and I cursed the tree
why didn’t you listen to me
when I told you to kill
that thorny thing a week
after you planted it
but o no you said it was
for the yellow flowers
in the spring stupid
yellow flowers
in the spring
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