They stand in the background, giant coat-hangers –
take them away and some shape would fall.
Oak: gnarled trunk with carved hearts, saved-up love
she was still running towards.
Laurel: the den on the Rec. where she and Wendy hid,
teased a force they were terrified of.
Chestnut: by the sports field with their tantalizing blooms;
violent conker lads she wanted and hated.
Willow: the weeper they lay under dreaming the future,
enjoying for now delicious Catherine Wheels,
leaves letting the sun in, almost.