Ona Gritz

April 2024, Poetry

Poetry by Ona Gritz

In Sycamore Park A narrow path overseen by a few metal benches leads to the massive wonder  this place is named for, limbs the size of trunks,  and a plaque that dates it back to 1650. Today, beneath that great latticework of shade, my friends discuss  what is known about the communal  network of roots. Even a stump, otherwise dead, still shares  what it…