Acorns
Back there
a tree
above the river
that flows
A town
like any other
nestled with it
–stopping it–
so that children smother
Flooded
memories hidden and wept
dried by time
laughter
That old oak
should have fallen
when the dam broke.
Back there
a tree
above the river
that flows
A town
like any other
nestled with it
–stopping it–
so that children smother
Flooded
memories hidden and wept
dried by time
laughter
That old oak
should have fallen
when the dam broke.