There are men who choose
to live
without trees.
You dreamt
that scattered wheelbarrows
covered the earth
like stones,
that flowers
broke
under the wind
that dusted
the water.
You did not believe
that your wife’s
shadow
looked like a tree
against the sun –
its wavering reflection
on the water,
its silhouette on her body
when you
threw her
into
the ocean.