the tree was
hard to take down.
but he took
a saw and went
after it low
on the trunk.
on his knees,
his hands red
and raw, while
he worked
up a sweat.
a crowd of curious
neighbors came
over to watch,
shaking their
heads,
wondering why
he was cutting
down the most
beautiful tree
on the street.
it wasn't rotted,
or sick, or in
danger of falling,
and when asked
why, he just said,
i'm tired of
every year having
to rake those
leaves.
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