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Below the backpasture
along the woodline
part of a green fifty foot wall
is one towering gray statue
shed of all leaves. Just
a season ago it was
indistinguishable from
the others. Now
it's a tree we don't like
to talk about. As you drive
up my gravel way you see
lushness and grasses and water
and now the stricken giant.
But there it is without mention
down near a wet-weather crease
just before an old gone gate
which passing through you will
see again on the
circleback.
copyright 2014
L. Ward
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