Midweek Review
What a Frail Tree Tells
By Lynn Ockersz
The sapling of great promise,
Planted seven decades ago,
On a green growth model,
Hoping for the land’s denizens,
It’d be a protective canopy,
Alas, is wilting already in heat,
And giving up its precious sap,
To grasping, gangrenous hands,
So much so, instead of an Oak,
We are left with a withered palm.