The tree outside my window tangles its branches into my balcony railing. The sprouting buds look like broccoli, and I see this tree each morning to face light coming through my only window, and I touched one of its branches the day I moved in 9 months ago. I called it my first friend in Missoula, but I still do not know what kind of tree it is. The sprouts are the same color as my lime painted metal table that stands bright on the balcony against the grey and brown buildings in sight. My table is worn from its first winter here. It dips in the center, and holds a bruise of rain and flaked branch skin.
Sprouting Broccoli
