Is That Your Body Blocking the Light?
Across this lawn,
blacktop of shadow
cast between us.
Darkness you did not intend.
How can you, Oak Tree of seventy,
be obscurity and beacon, both?
I hear whispers growing fainter,
Sh- sh- sh, until we share
each other’s air
This poem was previously featured in T.S. Poetry Press’ Every Day Poems. Photo and poem by Bethany Rohde. Do not use without permission.