Trees of Heaven

by Joan McNerney

Those are tough trees

growing in slums.

With no need of rich soil

or pruning, they rise

in abandoned lots.

These are trees that

survive rubbish, rodents,

noxious chemicals.

Not easily cut down, 

they stand against

gaunt tenements.

Climbing skyward,

delicate palm leaves

flourish flowering pods.

Trees of Heaven give

children glimpses of bright

emerald each morning.

Stars  play peek-a-boo

between their branches

through long nights.

Who has said a taste of

paradise is only for the rich?