This entry is part 74 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


An oak tree toppled
in a high wind 20 years ago
has rotted almost to nothing,

leaving just the twist of roots—
spokes of a rimless wheel,
crippled star.

As if whatever hardness
kept this clutch from holding tight
now won’t let it go.

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