My poem “This Oak” is live at the Chandelier issue of the Bulb Culture Collective. Thank you to editors L.M. Cole and Jared Povanda for taking this piece. “This Oak” first appeared in Slippery Elm in 2019. Happy Arbor Day, everyone!
O at the Edges
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O at the Edges 
That’s a winner! Very good. Decades of sameness, ponderous growth, earthy stability, in place of all the dynamic vitality of a frenetic human.
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Thanks, Rob. I do miss a few trees back in Texas. We had some times!
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Most imaginatively empathetic and evocative Robert. Give us a life with this sampler we cry. You can have it, and guess why, replies the oak!D
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Thanks, Dan. There are trees, and there are trees…
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One of your best – so tender. Love it! Congrats again, Bob!
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Thank you, Lynne!
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It’s a gift to possess longevity with such grace.
Congratulations, Bob.
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I’ll not be able to compete with the tree’s longevity, but I’ll take what I can get.
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I loved your poem! Congratulaltions on its publication.
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Thanks very much, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Bob!
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Congratulations… as always!
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Thank you, Daniel.
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Every day should be Arbor Day. The oak needs no justification or reason. (K)
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Yes! Every day!
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Fine poem, fine flow. Worn out from Nat Poetry Month, thinking of you again as I read your poem.
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Thanks, Frank. I toyed briefly with the idea of participating in NatPoMo, but realized that I couldn’t do it justice.
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