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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4558 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Parole Charles Levenstein In the yard each inmate is provided a small plot to grow tomatoes, squash, strawberries -- what his heart desires. Not me. I plant a tree. A hybrid, something never seen before, cross of Japanese maple and dogwood, crimson leaves, delicate flowers, supple trunk meant to survive the storms. Fertilized with intelligence, tears, wit and a touch of rage, formula scrawled on the cell wall, should you care to join this school of horticulture. At any rate, I leave, my term of breaking and entering has come to an end. I move on to new crimes. And trees cannot be owned I remind myself; they can only seek the sun. |
