SUMMER Poem: A Summer Spent in the Birch Trees Shade, by A.M. Mychlinger

Birch trees
thin and scarred,
bending their white backs boyishly,
submitting to the wind’s will.
I lay,
imagining a storm
I sleep,
my mistrust of the ground’s good will comforted by felt,
and in my dream, they’re collapsing
under the pressure of their teacher’s desires
and burn,
struck by lightning,
their leaves chanting one last prayer
soothed by their own tunes, the acapella song of each falling leaf
I imagine a world where sprawling up isn’t an act of defiance
They weep, terrified by my nightmares
Scale-like tears hit solid ground
Trying to make it,
just one
generation
more
trying to endlessly sprawl towards the sun,
and bend
but never break.
I sigh deeply under their shade
Sipping on mandarin beer and boredom
I want to trust the tear-covered grass
I don’t want to sleep in a bed ever again.

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