THE OLD OAK
IVAN PETRYSHYN

THE OLD OAK,
A MONUMENT TO THE YEARS OF LIFE,
UNDER THE BRIGHTNESS
OF THE SUNNY SKY,
THE ONLY CENTURIONUM DOING ITS PATROLS,
DAYS AND NIGHTS,
AS IF HE TRIED
TO CONVEY MUTELY THE TALES
OF THE BY-GONE DAYS,
BEING SOLID AND BRAVE,
WAITING
TO BE REVERED,
THE REAL
WITNESS OF THE PLACE
TO ABIDE,
ASIDE
THE HUSTLE AND THE HURRY,
NOT WORRYING
FOR THE TRIFLES
UNDER THE CLOUDS
OF THE SECONDS,
FLOATING
OVER THE BRANCHES AND LEAVES,
BEATING
THE WEAKNESS
OF OUR BEING
LISTENING, SILENTLY SEEING...
IVAN PETRYSHYN CHICAGO-UKRAINE TRIP 04/26/07

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