Weird Sisters Poetry Club

I see the ocean of blue clad students

I fear the tides of plastic they leave at my feet

I smell the air that we share leave their lungs

I taste the rubber left behind in my soil

I feel the past and the present

I feel the turnover of soil helping me grow

I see the generations of before in the faces of now

By Anouk Myers 

This poem was inspired by Banggang Cūndū (Old Tree) by Joel Deaves, written from the perspective of a tree. Joel Deaves is a Gumea Dharawal man and Dharumba Dhurga descendant from the Yuin people. See: https://redroompoetry.org/poets/joel-deaves/ 

Annie Mullen-Walsh