NO TREES

'LITTLE HONEY'

There is a square of garden, tied tight with string and wire.
There's a rambling rose with teacup tangerine faces,
and a long concrete path not meant for running on.
Just slow measured, silent step,
lest one wake the god of fire and fury,
in the eyes of the madman.
No tacks in the walls, no books, no pictures, no trees.
This child knows those gods well and truly.

Tushie   1976