Afro Beeches, I love you, proud, aloof.
Maybe our Ceanothus is blue over you.
Whitebeams are out in their bathing suits.
Chestnuts, enormous candelabra on view.
Hawthorn’s seminiferous, heady, sated.
Laburnum is languorous, vague, wasted.
My tree is asleep, petals all on the ground,
In a dream about China and walking around.