Poetry: Compost –Rob MacDonald

Compost

November: a tree grows
from my leftovers.

Everyone sees
the resemblance

and offers me cigars.
He’s got your arms,

the neighbor claims,
so when I’m alone,

I reach up,
I reach out.

Rob MacDonald lives in Boston and is the editor of Sixth Finch. His poems can be found in Gulf Coast, BOAAT, Jellyfish, Sink Review, inter|rupture, DIAGRAM and other journals. He has books forthcoming from Rye House Press and Racing Form Press.

Image: Erich Buchholz Open circle with two verticals 1920

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