POETRY

BRUCE GARDNER

OLD COUPLE

For Christine.

The tree stands where his seed was sown,

By Father Oak, who died outright:

He stands where he has always grown,

In gloried day and shrouded night.

And, next that oak, the smaller bay,

Her beauty seen and noted by

The many that have passed and loved

Her silhouette against the sky.

For decades these have grown as one,

Though seeming not to throw a glance,

Hands waving at the selfsame sky,

And swaying, in their joyful dance.

Their oneness is their purpose still,

The destiny received from God,

For each does with the other thrill

And touch beneath the leafy sod.

Above, they seem as accidents;

Below, they’re destiny:

The oak and bay together find

Fulfilling symmetry.

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