Trees and All: Poem I

In front of Queen’s Royal College,
under the jaundice sun of dry
season, the poui trees
shade along the Savannah.

Standing tall their silvery-
green, palm-like leaves, wave
farewell on a familiar wind,
to make room for sharp

trumpet clusters of yellow
flowers. Short-lived, everything
draws back as the promise we
never return to, stains the earth.