The Oak Tree

the oak tree
chronicles indecision
like my life
but survives embarrassment
through the sheer magnitude
of its seeking

this way and that
reveals the history
of its longing as it reaches
and branches
and turns again
crooked, twisted,
crusty, barking
searching, drying,
dropping, wanting,
waiting,

and dying

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