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Thursday, October 18, 2012

It won't be long

It won’t be long, now. It won’t
be, yellow-orange tells me. It lies
across the damp, and it tells me
It won’t be long. I’ll belong to it,
but not now. Not yet. First I’ll get
to the oak and see five hundred
years. I’ll be the oak and its tossed
limbs, our mossy elbows down
on soft yellow-orange, and the damp
we'll tamp down, till I belong to it.

2 comments:

Kay Tracy said...

I'd can see that 500 year oak. What an image.
~Kay

Francis Scudellari said...

Thanks... struggling a bit with the writing right now... a bit of a dry spell.