Her crotch was lit.
Signs on lampposts
pointed toward it,
but boys flitting
around the maypole
confused artifice and art.
Her crotch was wet
with death whose
stench filled the sidewalks
with boys who humped
the benches confused
and crying, Mother!
The mother elm in
Prospect Park is raised
on a hill so its leaves
don't spoil the ground
with affection,
the crotch of her limbs
is broken, but the limbs,
with wire supports,
are still up and open.
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