To the Pear Tree Out Back

To the Pear Tree Out Back

Will you never learn? We went over this last year. I climbed you --sawed, clipped and trimmed you for hours.

And didn’t you feel better?

Didn’t you have more energy?

Energy to put towards your creative endeavors?

Beginning with the fabrication of buds from which

Emerge white blooms-- easily smelled from the vegetable garden.

Finally finishing with

The Pear.

How inspired you are, my Dear Tree-- a spectacle.

I’d carry you to a studio and share your artistry.

Yet you insist on wasting ener-I’ll call you Hydra. 

Where I trimmed a branch last year, you generate five miniatures this year. Shoots protrude from amputated limbs where phantoms would be better.

So once again, the saw rests against you. The clippers extend from me as I sever the parasites you’ve constructed. 

Why do you exert yourself so?

Why not utilize the energy you claim from sun from rain

And produce flowers fruits and such?

Add strength to your trunk--mass to fruitful limbs?

Why waste your vitality on fruitless endeavors? 

Please, Wouldn’t you rather create a Pear?