The Oaks
Too many leaners caught in neighbors' arms,
centuries of not touching undone in a decade,
downies and red bellies nest in the hollows
of their ghostly hosts.
"The poem is the cry of its occasion"
The Oaks
Too many leaners caught in neighbors' arms,
centuries of not touching undone in a decade,
downies and red bellies nest in the hollows
of their ghostly hosts.
