IRON TREES
How are you feeling right now?
Umbrella handle cranks clockwise
on back deck
facing forest
I’m a little homesick.
Then the chain
Marrying the aluminum umbrella
with the locking pin
unchains me.
It swings back and forth
chime
and chime
again.
I remember
ocean beaches back home
grew iron trees
with halyard branches
that strummed the same tune
for a canopy of flag foliage.
Sure
ocean water is captive
to the shore.
But ocean sounds
escape inland
wherever metal chains
meet aluminum poles.
My ears are home.
–David O’Boyle writes a tanka of poems. Check em’ out. He writes short stories, children’s books and novels too.
