Sunday, June 5, 2011

A Green Thought in a Green Shade

High up in the oak
And aspen slopes at evening

Out of the plagued house
Out of the hot valley haze

At some risk to life, limb
And undercarriage

Next to a cold stream
By a pond near the road's end

We perch for an hour
And listen to the frogs

And I notice one oak 
All black gnarl and orange lichen

And am seized by the wish
To not be a cowering mammal

But something statelier
More like a sentient rock

A haunted tombstone maybe
That could remain here

In all weathers all the year
Watching how that oak holds up

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