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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Laura Grace Weldon

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Oak Table

Our table wore all its leaves all the time,
crowded by children growing up and away.
Its surface is pocked with dings, stains,
bite marks from a dog named Ginger,
the weight of 1,000 meals a year,
though its history is longer than ours.

These molecules recall
acorn-hood and germination,
remember reaching up through seasons
of drought and drench, of growth so straight
they were marked to come down.

Now this table departs for another home,
our memories its scars,
carrying what oak knows
of life after life.