Spring 2008, Volume 32, Number 1
We are bad scientists
Stooping along the path, prodding pieces of nature.
We conclude the wasp emerges ass-first.
Ping pong balls hitch to the back of a squirrel.
The sprinklers chuckle, working at perfecting rainbows.
There used to be a small malleable weed as fragile as a pear.
Honey stick, lizard, lizard. Delighted leaves stirring.
Then somebody stepped in loudly:
It was history
Dressed in heavy black boots and seventies fashion.
Then soft sage leaves furled out in slow motion.
The tree became reclusive and tall.
Its undergrowth bowed out like a respectful guest.
The pliant branches drooped into a seductive hairdo.
It was kind of a side project.
A soft glow issued all around it, an invitation
For us to take our pants off under its bows.
Terita Heath-Wlaz graduated from Brown in 2005 and moved to San Diego where she now lives and works. Her writing has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Court Green, Coconut, Bird Dog, Juked, and 3AM Magazine.