‘Plainsong’ A Poem By Tom Pennacchini

Wintry dusk astride the park bench
          (Precipitation looms)
Stare-up at skeletal tree
         Acorn loosens and comes down
I swerve and duck
         Acknowledging natures teach
Considering myself on point
         For now

You can read more by this self-described flaneur here.

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