Entry 40: The Dancing Cypress


She sprouted from the rock centuries ago

Enduring earthquakes, fires and

Man’s greed for extravagant abodes


She stands alone

Her branches curve in a dancer’s pose,

her leaves angled with flares flamenco


There is more to her;

Nourishment and strength levitate

Through thread-like roots




Piercing unyielding rock




Forgoing expectations of her ultimate



She is and has been

Magnificent in each

Moment of her career


Generations of artists, I imagine,

Painted with a fan brush to mimic her

Stylized fashion


But today, she is held by

Cables and



Shackled to her partner

In this sole profitable pose

How will she continue her dance, tethered?


How will she continue to stretch towards the sky,

Encapsulated in a



Will this lone dancing cypress

Only break free

When death do they part?  



The Lone Cypress, California, 2018

Entry 32: Tree


She dances solo

On a patch of grass

Across from the prison wall


Birch white, with swirls of gray

Like a couture gown on a Paris runway

She wears no leaves of jewelry


Waves her curvaceous branches

Her trunk stretches

Towards the sun


She is aglow from within

My throat aches to

Not have the skill


To expose her visual beauty

My words are corny

Analogies juvenile


I envy the painter

Who shapes and shades

Shadows and highlights


All I have are saturated words

Inadequate for

Her Majesty, and I

I am unworthy