One huge arm of the great oak
Broke off in a recent storm

The remains fill a great space along the trail
Even after the woodsman
Has cut and cleared the blocking branches

I feel like mourning and celebrating,
But with whom?

Perhaps with the calm spirit
Of the great, armless oak
Still standing watch over passersby

09/18/2005

Posted on 09/18/2005
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