Two Poems
Landis Everson, 5 January 2006
Poet’s Pepper Tree
Because I never wrote it, your poem is better than mine. Your birds have more colour. Their songs climb up the down branches of tall, weeping trees the way clever birds might if that was their reason.
They eat peppers pink in their beaks. The wind ruffles their vanity. Right next to the scribbled sheets of green spaces you wrote to melancholy, my joy erupts like a...
