Alessandra’s Poems
New Mother Poem [Oak]
I wish I were on oak tree
and you were an acorn-
then there would be thousands
of you and each one would fall
perfectly and I wouldn’t worry about where
you sleep. Chances are
one of you would catch
the good earth
with your rooting.
New Mother Poem [Honey Locust]
If I were a honey locust
you’d be my seed pod
your little round body
bound by sweet pulp
and leather skin. When student
protesters are struck
by trucks and flares
of the national guard
their blood will wet
the sidewalks, their young
hands will not sculpt
or write or clap. But
you, my little legume, when
your pod is crushed
in the street and power
hoses wash away litter
and crowds, you will float along
until you bloat with water
and sun until you find a crevice
or a spot of trampled earth
and you will sprout and hold
your compound leaves in the air.