OAK TREES
for Salinas, Mezey, Ginsberg and Dofflemyer
while poets talked, oak trees grew
all around them, grew strong branches
to hold the sky, grew strong roots
to crack roads, grew shiny leaves
to drift into those cracks
waiting
while poets talked, oak trees grew
all around them, grew mats of twigs
to house small spiders, opened spaces
to nest pairing birds, grew rich acorns
to feed the quiet ghost people
waiting
while poets talked, grasses sprouted
beneath their feet, lichens crossed
granite outcrops, generations
of animals grazed while poets talked,
and oak trees grew all around them
waiting
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I finally got into your file, Sylvia, and was I rewarded! What beautiful poems, these two. I’m going to send the link to my friend Lillian Vallee (Two-Hearted Oak, Heyday 2005?) because I hear her voice in yours, and when she reads your poems, she will love knowing that. Hope you and your sweetieheart are well & exceedingly happy – Trudy