Poems by Danny P. Barbare

The Pecan Tree Tatters through the leaves Thump. Paper shells Pecan pie, buttered roasted    In the oven. Now spotted leaves. The fruit black. Each year it tries to come    Back    Green as a leaf. Trunk wrapped in burlap    And treated with Spray. It just takes a lot of love.— America! I … Continue reading Poems by Danny P. Barbare