Poems

Stubborn

I am the blackjack oak
protecting herself
with a 2nd set of leaves.
If I’m shorn of one
by chance or natural
means
I will produce the other.
I regenerate myself,
Containing all the
stubborn possibility
The world will not allow me
to ignore.

~ Shaun Perkins

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