Snag

Snag
Michael Gollin
November 2017

There is a complex snag down in the woods,
a dead tree, with seven limbs,
but I can only see it in winter with the leaves down.

Two winters ago,
I thought it was going to fall
before Max’s college graduation.
But it did not.

Last winter,
I thought it was going to fall
before Natasha’s grad school graduation.
But it did not.

I think it will last
until Julia’s college graduation next winter.
It will outlast me.

One thought on “Snag

  1. My Beloved nephew…you are writing poetry that outlasts the boundaries of time…you’re guiding us, teaching us to pay attention, to bear witness, to accept time and what it brings us…

    I love you and will light a candle, and whenever in the future when I light a candle I will be loving you and grateful for you.

    Aunt Ann

    Reply

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