Fig Tree

Fig tree,

Forgive us for

breaking

your branches

that they won't

obstruct our

sun

a blue jay, a green hummingbird with a red head,                   a squirrel underneath

your branches

in the mud

they eat                                               Light

does not come from the January

sun.

Light comes from the bamboo and the witch hazel sleeps.

small glassy raindrops

hang

from branches I want to see

grow

high                                     and

in all

directions

 Lucie Bonvalet writes: “I am a writer, a visual artist and a teacher. My writing (fiction and nonfiction) can be found in Jellyfish Review, Puerto Del Sol, Michigan Quarterly Review, Entropy, 3AM, Fugue, Oregon Humanities, Catapult, Cosmonauts Avenue, Hobart, Word Riot, and Shirley Magazine. My drawings and paintings can be found in Old Pal magazine and on instagram.”