In some heavens, there are pear
trees chopping themselves down
because there are no bees
and the soil is thin.

At times they laugh and stack themselves
into lucid piles of wood.

Angus MacCaull lives in Nova Scotia, where he is an associate fiction editor at The Antigonish Review and host of the reading series Print Preview. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Prelude, filling Station, The Town Crier, The Review Review, Calliope, Candelabrum, ASAP Zine, and CV2.

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