by Mark Caldwell-Reiss

I.

I remember,

five trees in a row,

one hundred fifty from the other.

Trees eight-ten feet around or so.

II.

Five trees in a row.

A timbered boundary.

Trees eight-ten feet around or so.

In a row? My quandary.

III.

A timbered boundary.

The planter had a vision.

So, “In a row?” goes my quandary.

Blurred now is the division.

IV.

The planter had a vision.

Foresee five venerable trees?

Casting shadows without division?

Standing saintly, one and two plus three?

V.

Foresee five venerable trees.

One hundred fifty feet from the other.

A standing sainted order holding the breeze.

These old trees are for me to remember.