Trees in Boxes Unbound

Outside the wooden box of roots,
the trees rise above the clouds
in a mindscape of open space.
Yellow leaves tumble down
like butterflies or shredded kites,
brittle and light but slave to gravity
strings pulling them down.

Fall trunks, shed of wings, stretch
higher and higher into something
we might look up to, where context
and roots are weightless
and treeholes in the box below
shine starlight in the eyes
of hatching moths.


Robert S. King, a native Georgian, now lives in Lexington, Kentucky, where he edits the literary journal Kentucky Review. His poems have appeared in hundreds of magazines, including Atlanta Review, California Quarterly, Chariton Review, Hollins Critic, Kenyon Review, Main Street Rag, Midwest Quarterly, Negative Capability, Southern Poetry Review, and Spoon River Poetry Review. He has published eight poetry collections, most recently Diary of the Last Person on Earth (Sybaritic Press 2014) and Developing a Photograph of God (Glass Lyre Press, 2014). His personal website is www.robertsking.com.


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