Love a pine tree intensely,
expecting nothing
and perhaps it will, in its immensity,
rebroadcast that love
like an antenna
scattering your emotion
down the umbrella of branches and tiny needles
that fall from above
to prick the soles of pilgrim’s feet
in accurate punctures,
coursing by vein at the heel
up into the minds of tree lovers
who seek nothing in the trunk
save the root
and to die in peace

MTK, Los Angeles, 4/25/2002