Family Tree

Remember during the hurricane

staring out the window watching

the banyan bending

it was the death of us

watching it twist violently

wind-swept and waterlogged

stripped of its shiny summer leaves

uprooted out of the sidewalk

it was now as good as driftwood

i can’t tell you how many times

i just randomly remember that night

the whistling wind winding

incessant water rising

the thought of you

the scent of Burberry Brit

crashing down on me like the tree

branches floating fast down the street

swimming through my senses

churning on the banks of chaos

in my mind

– mind you –

it feels like a lifetime ago

when we held hands,

when we let the current take us


(photo credit: Nick Doll)




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