Monday, August 22, 2016

Nostalgia in Talbert Park

A walk in the open woods:
New wild roses,
Fresh bamboo,
But then the mangy tree,
The past
That never stops
Growing.

The hands – clasped – 
Like vine to branch,
Still drinking of your sun, 
With a power far beyond
What is long dead, 
For this one
Never existed.

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