Elm Tree Statistics
Four letters were
Carved into the trunk of the elm
A scraggly, narrow heart
Closed around them like a cupped palm
Other calligraphy seems to blossom
When the sun
Shines on the page
And soaks in each teardrop
Of rain
I slam the weeping door,
Barefoot walk across
The grass
To the trunk of the elm
Until the old promise seems
Like a statistic
When a couple became a crowd
When the letters spread
Into a page
Caitlin Crowley is a young author from
Eden Prairie, MN. She goes to high school, where she plays
clarinet, and is planning to join the cross country team. Other
than writing, she enjoys swimming and reading poems by Sylvia
Plath, Charles Bukowski, T.S. Eliot, Pablo Neruda, and more.
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