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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 has with the group. Meanwhile,  
my own stingy core keeps replaying  
a moment on the phone this morning,  
Jean sniping in a way that was so old  
and familiar it stung me to silence, 
same tone, same words, I swear,  
as in that first summer  
when I was eighteen and enthralled with her.  
Now I’m nearly sixty, she’s newly widowed 
and, as she fingers the mottled bark,  
I half think it must be illegal  
to be pissed at a friend, no, a sister 
with a grief that fresh. And yet,  
as Sue explains how fungi are the brains  
underground, my mind goes  
from fungus to fester. 
“How do botanists date trees,” Lisa asks,  
“when they can’t see the rings?”  
I shrug and glance at the gold band  
that links Jean to an absence,  
then hug my thickening middle  
and, with it, the girl I was  
who always assumed, whenever  
someone was so much as brusque,  
it was somehow her fault.  
“I can’t get over this thing,” I say, wanting 
to mean the sycamore. All it has felt 
in its almost four hundred years. 
All it must know and have forgiven. 


Ona Gritz’s poems have appeared in Ploughshares, Bellevue Literary Review, Catamaran Literary Reader, One Art, and elsewhere. Her books include Geode, a finalist for the Main Street Rag Poetry Book Award, and Present Imperfect: Essays. Ona is also a children's author and essayist. Recent honors include two Notable mentions in The Best American Essays, a winning entry in The Poetry Archive Now: Wordview 2020 project, and a 2022 Best of the Net nomination.

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