THE SYCAMORE
Sycamore stricken white
in the black woods,
what spooked you?
Something the river said?
A new seriousness
in the owl’s question?
You went white all at once,
an aneurism of snow.
The boy who visits you
visits you no more.
He has a new picture
in his mind of what
death is.
Sycamore stricken white
in the black woods,
what spooked you?
Something the river said?
A new seriousness
in the owl’s question?
You went white all at once,
an aneurism of snow.
The boy who visits you
visits you no more.
He has a new picture
in his mind of what
death is.