the neighbors gather. never
have i seen such
emotion
poured out by so many.
the tears,
the hands on their mouths.
the shaking of heads,
they touch the fallen
trunk,
lying sideways now,
the length of it across
the lot.
pictures are taken, children
gather
to climb aboard
but are held back.
dogs are barking, sad about
the tree they knew so well.
such sadness there is
by the community board.
the treasurer, the comptroller,
the vice president
and the secretary. they
roll out the yellow tape
to keep everyone safe.
then the president approaches
me and tells me
that i have the wrong shade
of red painted on my door.
i'll be fined daily
until it's painted over.
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