The Orphan
The tree lay
between the trash cans
of an apartment house
and a pile of sooty snow.
I saw it on my morning walk
the day after Christmas.
Green and full, looking fresh
as if just cut, without a wisp
of garland on it.
Its lovely corpse
held me.
Perhaps a chaotic household
left the tree on the floor,
stumbling over it until finally
here we are.
Or a troubled family purchased
it hoping it would salve their
pain.
I wondered about the unknown
owner, so thoughtless, uncaring.
A tree, usually the holiday’s star,
instead thrown out, its life
wasted.
Looking around to make sure
no one watched, I lifted it.
It wasn’t very tall.
I’d put the new tree in our bedroom,
even if only for a few days.
She’d give me trouble, when she saw
it,
but if I moved the blue chair, it
would fit.
Bruno
Rescigna
Bruno
Rescigna’s writing credits include: short stories published in Elysian Fields
Quarterly and the Bucks County Writer, two one-act plays produced at the
University of New Mexico. Bruno’s poetry has been published by Ariel Chart, Loch
Raven Review, Literary Yard, and the annual issue of Tidepools. One of Bruno’s
poems was selected for reading at the 2023 Summertide Festival, Port Angeles,
Washington, and will be displayed for 12 months on the grounds of the Port
Angeles Fine Arts Center. In addition, Bruno was a finalist in 2021’s Tucson
Festival of Books, a national poetry competition. Lastly, Bruno was interviewed
on the “Strength to Be Human” podcast hosted by Mark Rossi, Editor of Ariel
Chart.
I absolutely love this! It is sad to see those Christmas trees lying discarded. We take ours to a place to be woodchopped, but they use the part for a positive goal, for a dog trail, or a place to spread. I think a tree would prefer being still able to give, instead of a useless rotting death.
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