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Crabs and Pines

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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.