I like how Shani Mootoo condenses history in a moment — here an exchange about not cutting down a tree which symbolizes nothing more than itself.
My father’s argument
is not for sound landscaping
but a simple plea for a useless tree
Or is it something more
from the perennial opponent
of capital punishment?
Remember that season, years back when it flowered,
and was magnificent?
Now the damn thing stands,
none the wiser,
and surely won’t flower next year.
“Poui’s Hero” from The Predicament of Or.
And so for day 2197