you see
the big tree gone when you
get home from work.
thick
and tall, now carved
and cut
into small stumps.
the courtyard looks strange
without it.
someone deemed it dead,
and turned
the saws on
while no one was around
to protest
or mourn. which is often
how we all go,
leaving an open space
to ponder.
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