Eileen Myles

I've already had a lot of them
I'm looking at a tree
full of tiny balls
California trees are different
thin eucalyptus more blades than
leaves not hitting
my face
it's a country of tiny leaves
no leaves
simply balls
I desire a big book about
this not better
than them but
their friend.
Who doesn't love the text?
a book about trees
it's like a park
except that all its windows
face outside
you look up at the world &
go: oh
a book is
a web I suppose
saying you come
here to go
out an
trembling bridge
which a tree
I imagine
a tree
my best friend
& I love
you on one
of so many birthdays
From Sorry, Tree © 2007 by Eileen Myles. Published by Wave Books,

Poems by This Author

Choke by Eileen Myles
Of all the ways of forgetting
Joan by Eileen Myles
Leo Said by Eileen Myles
you've gotta
William Dawes by Eileen Myles
faint tinkling down the street

Further Reading

Poems About Birthdays
A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
A Happy Birthday
by Ted Kooser
A Newborn Girl at Passover
by Nan Cohen
by Tina Chang
by Joyce Sutphen
Infant Joy
by William Blake
Morning Song
by Sylvia Plath
On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
by Walter Savage Landor
Poem at Thirty
by Michael Ryan
Prayer for a Birthday
by Mark Wunderlich