Beneath the oak

by Skyfire   Aug 7, 2021


I felt the air change
reverberate
like an echo, empty
and full.
I wonder if it is
relational to
where I stand
from you -
or was it you who
moved away?
Conversely,
the air feels sharper
as I try to shake away
the cobwebs -
Who are you anyway?
Your image rebounds
across my retinas
and my lips are dry
from whistling away
that glaring, graceless sky
as I swing weightless
from my rope.

I hear a limb crack
and I do not know
if it belongs to me
or the oak.

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