By Michael T. Young

The pine’s elected to the maple’s post,
the fly’s buzzword is vetoed by the day,
streams in a presidential race all boast
in speeches glittering with icy spray.

The squirrels lobby to protect their nuts,
the honeysuckle prosecutes the bee,
the Sun, pro-lifer that he is, throws fits
about the New Moon’s pro-choice policy.

The winds approve this autumn, pass its leaves,
decline more funding to the seed committee.
So every bear believes what he believes,
and all the deer are moving to the city.

 

Originally published in the journal Pivot, in 1997. 

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