Words and photography by Anna Snowsill
i love you mr palm tree,
the way you make day of night
when you’re dancing in the wind,
it reminds me of a man i used to know.
your fronds flicker with the same lightness
as his fingers did,
when they limber waltzed into our smiles -
it feels as though its been a while,
but i see you move because of him
his flighty slightness is the wind,
a breath into this whispered scene,
your floating lissom, like those limbs,
it takes me places i remember being
i love you mr palm tree.
i love you my friend wind.