In front, towering
above the sidewalk edge
and the strip of soil
that all refer to as
city property— two pines
where night herons nest
For compost, for return
to the soil; nutrients
for the fruit tree,
says her daughter
regarding the backyard
unraked for months
With today's wind,
a rain of pine needles
unloosed from every
branch. Tomorrow,
armies of leaf blowers
down the street


