for years, I have looked up to wonder
how high that mighty oak stretched
daydreamed about climbing to its top
watched with awe as it swayed in storms
now I can just step off the distance
as it lays across my neighbor’s yard
where it came to rest
last Wednesday at 8:25AM
it was a calm day, dry and mild
blue sky to the sun, barely a breeze in the air
yet she pitched over, cracking and crashing
shaking the earth and altering the horizon
I walked atop its length tonight
balancing in the day’s fading light
all the way down to the fractured stump
surprised at how we all must fall
Posted in: NaPoWriMo
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