WHAT DO YOU WANT?

when you said you wanted
a tree
I ran to the nursery
and bought a sapling

when you said, no
you meant firewood
for the winter

I said I am
the very tree you want
and handed you the ax

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Michael Spring is Azorean-Portuguese, Choctaw and Irish, who lives in Corvallis, Oregon. He has poems forthcoming in ATLANTA REVIEW, MIDWEST QUARTERLY, BLACK BEAR REVIEW and SULPHUR RIVER LITERARY REVIEW.

You can reach him at Bluecrow04@cs.com.

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