Poems
Swear on It
Loosen the thin threads
spooling in the rafters
invisible nests in night's
green offerings, divide
and then divide again.
American linden looming
over the streetlights, so
much taller is the tree,
so much taller is the tree.
“Swear on It” by Ada Limón from The Hurting Kind. Copyright © 2002 by Ada Limón. Reprinted by permission of The Permission Company LLC, on behalf of Milkweed Editions, milkweed.org