He stacks old appliances
and junk cars and leaves them –
old lovers jilted.

It is barely June and yet
it is hard to find a leaf
untouched by disaster-
insects or disease,
or chemicals applied
by some master chemist
whose only desire
is to see something
shrivel and die.

But see, the trees keep growing
covering the mess he has made
with a treasure of hidden rings
and a green gown made of hope.