Around the Oak

Siouxsie waits
and the brown owl tells his story.
Night gathers round
and branches creak at the wind’s niftiness.

Each speaks and then listens,
and waiting for something never heard before –
the chance of a flash of light,
coherence of the mind –
they remain in the cold
as the storm gathers round.

Sarah lifts up her book
and she learns the philosophies.

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