xylem/deployment

by Amanda Bales


vascular bundles harden
to a back yard pin oak
strung with plastic seed tubes
hung for song birds
who skirmish as if here
is all possible grain

a dendrochronologist may
one day pinpoint cavitation
among its cellulose vessels

our daughter does not know
a tracheid, once cavitated,
cannot return to service

so for now

past rain pools in huddled leaves
like mirror shards fallen
from split denim pockets
as she creaks thick-twined rope

innocent of cavitation
throat vulnerable to the sky


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