by Sylvia Pollack
The apricot’s in bloom again,
old gangly tree that crafts
a single fruit or two each year
yet decks herself in copious flowers,
eager for pollen though there’s not
another tree for miles
to partner her. Still, she keeps
blooming, year after year.
It’s her nature, not a conscious choice.
She never said “I don’t do blossoms any more.”
Deciduous, driven, her moss-mottled
branches intertwined like nests,
she lifts her thousand blossoms
to the sky, says “Use me.”
Sylvia Byrne Pollack, former cancer researcher and mental health counselor, now has more time for poetry and other enjoyable things. A Pushcart nominee, her work has appeared in Floating Bridge Review, Crab Creek Review, Solo Novo: 12 Days and Clover: A Literary Rag among other print and online journals. She received the 2013 Mason’s Road Winter Literary Award for her poem “Gregory” and was a finalist/medalist for the 2014 inaugural Russell Prize.