Poem
The Tearing of the Green
A poem
The acorn
in warm soil
soaks itself
it swells
to nearly twice
its former size
no one
who walks above
hears it groan
no one
hears the slow
split crack open
no one
sees the shell
soften and decay
no one
sees the seed
feed on itself
we only see
the sprout shoot up
we only see
the child of the oak.
Cover Image by Anastasia Zhenina
