Watering the young eucalyptus will mean their roots
Reach up, grow to the light, the particles of moisture;
And when surface-water is absent, there'll be no deep-
Searching roots to nourish or water the sapling, the tree.
It's a tipping-point, the lower leaves drying and falling,
That straggling look, that vulnerability to high winds
Or storm. How long to hold out? Howling for a downpour
When a downpour might knock them out; tip into death.
Five Points Vol. 15, No. 3
Vol. 15, No. 3
Copyright © 2013 by John Kinsella
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