Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Song for Jasmine Lea

The roots of the heavy oaks
buckle the macadam
of the parking lot.
An acorn, green with August, drops
and comes to rest at my feet.
I pick it up
squeeze it tightly in my fist
then tenderly slip it into
my shirt pocket
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