February 17, 2010
Fringe Tree
--Or Old Man’s Beard. That the names we give recall the thing is what we want. And yet, both names are boring when compared to the way it shimmers there like a firework that somehow doesn’t fall, or the way it will fall eventually from itself, swirling its gauzy pollen in the wind above the lawn where the children next door run outside in late April, swearing to their mother that it’s snowing. And even after they know they’re wrong, they squeal, insisting their mistake is something to dance through, something READ MORE >>
