Climbing Trees: A Poem
By Joe Suzz
　

Mom seeking quiet

Hurried me outside:

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Forgetting my shoes by the front closet,

Leaving my socks on the back porch

Through the screen door, then,

Running to the canopying maples

Just past the clustered pines,

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Mom had things to do, but she gravitated towards

The double paned glass.

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Star burning energy, glimpses of sensation:

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Climbing high enough to see Robin’s nest,

It’s fluttering wings, perched on the twisted twigs,

Feeding its young.

I perched myself a time or two. Watching my dog, Nicky, chasing squirrels

Along the fence. Sometimes, seeing my mom through the branches.

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In the crossing of brief moments,

Childhood eclipsed.