BY EUGENE WILLIAMS; ILLUSTRATION BY LIZ BRENT
How does sap dance up trees?
Slide around like a snake uncoiling from the darkness of the roots
where it sucks in moist nourishment?
Flow like a wave on warm flat sand, even and hissing?
Ooze itself through cell membrane after cell membrane?
Invisible to the outside save for the pink blush of the first buds,
does it dance snappily slap-happily soup-ily sappily ?
Each warm day up to salute the Sun, then down again until deciding to stay till Fall.