To every man
His treehouse,
A green splice in the humping years,
Spartan with narrow cot
And prickly door.

To every man
His twilight flash
Of luminous recall
            of tiptoe years
            in leaf-stung flight;
            of days of squirm and bite
            that waved antennas through the grass;
            of nights
            when every moving thing
            was girlshaped,
            expectantly turning.

To every man
His house below
And his house above—
With perilous stairs
Between.

 

Analysis, meaning and summary of James A. Emanuel's poem The Treehouse

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