the fallen tree
in the yard.
the great oak
that's been there forever.
they stand with hands
on hips
and shake their heads.
they take pictures.
they call to tell others,
saying remember that tree,
well, it fell last night.
you have to come and see.
the men are cutting it
into pieces and taking
it away. i'll never forget
that tree, they say,
the shade that it gave.
but they do.
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