O, these wild treeswill make charming wicker baskets—Amiri Baraka
We inherit the tree, roots lockedas a grave; any genus any tenderbrown: birch blackoak; any home to the sparrow—
down to its sap, bark slit open for fuel, bleached sheetsblanks with no darkrings as secrets. Branches:
tiny bared arms, sprung upgilt, unarmored across every soiledlandscape each winter:wail; every spring a perfect
wink. Now isn’t theremoney in that? [End Page 59]
zakia henderson-brown’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, North American Review, Vinyl, and others. She currently serves as associate editor at the nonprofit publisher The New Press, and forever represents team Cave Canem. She lives in her native Brooklyn with furball Onyx.