© Written by Joan McNerney


Those are tough trees
growing in slums

With no need of rich soil
or pruning, they rise
in abandoned lots.

These are trees that
survive rubbish, rodents,
noxious chemicals.

Not easily cut down,
they stand against
gaunt tenements.

Climbing skyward,
delicate palm leaves
flourish flowering pods.

These trees of heaven give
children glimpses of bright
emerald each morning.

The stars play peek-a-boo
between their branches
through long nights.

Who said a taste of
paradise is only for the rich?