The tree the Internet said
was a dogwood (but it isn’t)
is still burdened with seeds
it should have dropped
in the Spring, giving
a million or so little trees
just like it a chance in the world.
But as it is they fall unceremoniously
into the junipers or on the sidewalk
or on the roof, clogging the gutters
and causing the basement to flood.
Now I see its branches
forcing their way
into the flowering-whatever tree,
on the space that should be
lush with shiny green leaves
and bright red berries,
a couple of thick scraggy limbs
carrying too much baggage instead.