Today, as part of our ongoing celebration of National Poetry Month, we are featuring two poems by Innocence Project client Carlos Sanchez.
New Moon Blue moon, winter sky At the end of my journey Spring’s moon emerging
Ode to the Middle Tree The middle walnut tree in Eastern Yard Is slowly being killed by thirst For caustic ends. Its patchy summer shade can be A poor relief from bitter ardent rays But underneath its leaves we find some peace. Its seasoned nuts when aged Have struck our heads But then we crack and split their shells to eat their seeds. The birds that perch among its leaves and sing Have also shat upon our heads— A fate we bear Because this walnut tree has brought A sort of pertness to this dismal place. Behind the wall there’re not too many sites Where trees are left to grow. Where we enjoy The fruitage that a tree begets, its vital air. The man would like to kill the walnut tree So he can cut it down to see Asphalt instead. To stop this death, we push and fight His lust to see this tree hewn down and dead With concert sounds and lots of water jugs Our efforts give us hope That we can reap The good and bad the tree provides for years to come.
In addition to his longtime counsel at the Innocence Project, Mr. Sanchez is also represented by Fried, Frank, Harris, Shriver & Jacobson LLP on a pro bono basis.