42opus
is an online magazine of the literary arts.
19 December 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 4
Arboreal
The trees planted in
the median
follow me. They
could be a kind of peppertree
given the narrow,
delicate leaves, like
children's fingers, the milky-white
sap, and berries
with a spicy, resinous smell.
I try not to look at them,
but there they are,
flaming red and asking
for my attention. The