It was in this way,
She knew the tree
Would fall.
It was in this way.
Go ahead and believe
In what you will.
The path made
Is the one you chose.
It is in this way
That a life happens.
–Shaun Perkins
Tag: trees
The Place Where We Used to Play
for Luann
The stump of the locust tree roared
When its body fell away from it
In the April wind before the land
Clocked its beat into her, the roar
Evident in the toothy spears of bark
Stalagmited from its edge, the hollow
Of age rifled by coon, snake and beetle. Continue reading “The Place Where We Used to Play”
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. Continue reading “Stubborn”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 