Twin Oaks

A Poem

Photo by Avi Theret on Unsplash

(In memory of Peter Viereck)



The twin oaks meshing by the mall
seem hardly to have changed at all
in thirty years.  When I was small
	I hummed and played
inside the dusk at noon this tall
	consortium made.

Though half my life has steamed away,
these trees have lost only a day.
When I am brittle with decay,
	these being…