I am part of a new group
of nameless, faceless people,
a usually invisible family of misfits,
a cog in the machine.
I don’t ever quit, even in the hot sun,
even if it pours sheets of rain in the autumn,
even if I fall in the winter;
I am your witness, with a bird’s eye view.
Maple Tree Angel
I lift the curse off you
from rising in the dead of night
to carry out a long arduous task
that on some days seems occult.