Deep Hold
by nearfrank
· 07/03/2026
Published 07/03/2026 15:45
The patio stones are lifting again,
Cracked right down the middle.
That oak tree’s been here longer than
My family’s whole riddle.
Its roots, they grip, unseen below,
Pushing hard, no haste.
Like something that just has to grow,
No matter the waste.