Twin Tree

A tree divided. It grew like that. 

Its slender trunk suddenly forking,

 

Lifting up from the crux in two Shiva arms –

As if it had come to a crossroads and split

The way twins unpeel from one another

In the womb. Two from one, it reached up

And flourished this way – it topped thirty feet

As its thick dark glossy leaves, half folded like

Paper boats, kept the nubs of coming pears

Hidden, then dangling. Avocado, avocado,

I held you in my hand as a big wrinkled pit,

Propped you (as I’d been taught once by a lover

Who was trouble) with four toothpicks over a glass

Filled with water – till the tiny white filament inside

Your worried seed slowly let itself down into the

Clear transparency, while sprouting above into a

Green feasible stem. I transplanted those floating roots,

The top-heavy shoot, after weeks, then waited till it

Reached out at last – growing fast in both directions,

Down into dirt, up into the sky over the backyard. When

It twinned, climbing upward, I stopped my husband,

Standing hard by with a shears, from pruning it back

Into one: the only way it would survive he said. But

It doubled skyward into the single tree at the top –

A hermaphrodite, as it had to be, to make fruit. So

Many alligator pears, summer after L.A. summer! We

Filled baskets with the abundance of the you

And you: the fruit of two separate flowerings

From one quick hesitation. Till days after David died,

When clumsy workmen, digging a trench, severed your

Taproot. I saw the white exposed arteries they’d chopped clean

With their spades. I stood beside you weeping, trying to hold

Your heart together, with my hands at the fork where you’d 

Leaned apart, then towered. You were my love, conflict tree –

Tough-skinned, the rich light green flesh beneath. Avocado,

They killed you. When we sold the house, you were a cut stump.

CAROL MUSKE-DUKES is the author of sixteen books: poems, novels and essays. Read more.


"Twin Tree" from Twin Cities by Carol Muske-Dukes, copyright © 2011 by Carol Muske-Dukes. Used by permission of Penguin Books, an imprint of Penguin Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.

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