Booksmart: Poem

A Fallen Maple

by Ian Uriel Girdley


My hand brushes

across a branch

fondling the ?

leaves like?

fingertips of ?

lost lovers,?


the tree leans ?

over crying,??


later is broken ?

up for fire.

It still burns?

under a griddle?

as I pour maple?

syrup over

pancakes and ?

contemplate dying.