Beyond a gnarled broken oak branch
blackened and decayed on forest floor,
amid tatted ferns, drifting leaves, and lichen,
beneath outstretched grandmother-oak arms
among a community
of ash, elm, and sycamore,
a cluster of lemon-yellow blossoms
basks in a stream of evanescent sunlight
content in knowing
it is enough.
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