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. Continue reading “Stubborn”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
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. Continue reading “Stubborn”