Last night the apple
trees shook and gave each lettuce a heart 
Six hard red apples
broke through the greenhouse glass and 
Landed in the middle
of those ever-so-slightly green leaves 
That seem no mix of
seeds and soil but of pastels and light and 
Chalk x’s mark our
oaks that are supposed to be cut down   
I’ve seen the
neighbors frown when they look over the fence 
And see our espalier
pear trees bowing out of shape I did like that 
They looked like
candelabras against the wall but what’s the sense 
In swooning over
pruning I said as much to Mrs. Jones and I swear 
She threw her cane at
me and walked off down the street without 
It has always puzzled
me that people coo over bonsai trees when 
You can squint your
eyes and shrink anything without much of   
A struggle ensued
with some starlings and the strawberry nets 
So after untangling
the two I took the nets off and watched birds 
With red beaks fly by
all morning at the window I reread your letter 
About how the castles
you flew over made crenellated shadows on   
The water in the
rainbarrel has overflowed and made a small swamp 
I think the potatoes
might turn out slightly damp don’t worry 
If there is no fog on
the day you come home I will build a bonfire 
So the smoke will
make the cedars look the way you like them 
To close I’m sorry
there won’t be any salad and I love you
Matthea Harvey
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