• andrew jeter


There is a pin oak

behind my house

leaning west

over the porch.

In the right season,

acorns begin dropping

on the bleached, green-flushing

wood and

on the stone patio besides.

I step on them and swear

each time.

The cursed tree

grows slowly

toward the sun.

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