The
ice storm took the old oak tree down.
Over
time, the river has narrowed its flow,
Trickling
to the sea. The town movie house
Used
to be situated on that vacant lot,
But
was demolished some years ago
And
hauled away. Geese continue to fly
Overhead,
yet there have been changes
Made
in the winged-v we fail to see. My
Friends,
Don’t be deceived by the time-
Piece,
committing to meet again tomor-
row
at the same time and same place.
Only
aging fools will gather there instead.
I
cannot recall the moment or even the
Day
when stark and disturbing variations
Jumped
out at me from the bathroom
Mirror.
Why seemingly, in the blinking of
An
eye there has been this waning monu-
mental
change. And I do believe it may
Have
been around the time when that ice
Storm
took the old oak tree down. Since
Then,
it seems to me, nothing around here
On
this side of the mirror has been quite
The
same.
Chris
Hanch 2-17-17
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