When we moved here, the crab tree flowered like a sculpted ball on a stick, and the contorted pine seemed straight out of Horton-ville. We have pruners; we don’t use them much. Fourteen years, and the crab pokes at the sun porch roof, autumn star clematis winds through her branches, the contorted pine bends his back, thrusts his arms into the crab canopy, peering through the foliage like a professor, searching for tree frogs who begin chirping at dusk.
Wendy BooydeGraaff’s poems have been included in Cutleaf, Barzakh, About Place Journal, Dunes Review, and anthologized in Under Her Eye (Blackspot Books), Midwest Futures: Poems & Micro-Stories from Tomorrow’s Heartland (forthcoming from Middle West Press, March 2025), and Not Very Quiet (Recent Works Press). Born and raised in Ontario, Canada, she now lives in Michigan, United States.