willow oak
The massive willow oak
Spreads its limbs over half a city block.
How deep must its roots limn the earth?
What passion and tragedy have transpired
In its shadow these past eight decades?
One day, it will succumb to its fate,
Crashing down under the sizzle of a lightning strike,
Blown over in a rain-soaked gale,
Or weakened from within
By the combined efforts of a million insects.
It will let go gracefully,
Not moaning in pain or fighting tooth and nail.
No, this mighty tree is too dignified for that.
It will suffer its death blows sliently,
Bearing up with all its strength,
Then returning slowly to the earth
From which it emerged.
palindrome
Gatlinburg,
O dewy as I am,
On a racecar an Oma,
I say we do "Grub Nil Tag!"
Falling Together
going to the moon? ya need to bring a car!
I stand on the launch pad,
Taller than trees.
Why are these people
Watching me?
I guess it's because...
Well, that's a long story.
They must be watching
For my moment of glory!
