Definition of a Tree: A Poem

when climbed, gives a view
of other trees, houses, the street
next door, and the next

is not pleasant to lick but
feels good on your palms

leaves light green near the stem
yellow near the edges
like glass held to light
shaped like spear heads
not good to eat

branches the size of your waist
precarious for balancing
beetles crawl up your shorts

leaf cluster at the end of
branches make good
whips for a younger brother

bark gets in your hair, knots it
when you shimmy up the trunk

canopy sways at the top
rocks back and forth like a rowboat
mothers scream when they see you
up high

In it you might be Tarzan

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