the fallen
tree?
perhaps. we give it a
farewell smile
and nod,
and remember
the shade
it provided,
the summer green,
the falls
with color.
we recall
how we climbed it
as children.
swung from the tire
on ropes.
we watched the birds
build nests.
the squirrels leap from
limb to limb.
she will be missed,
that's true.
to be missed
like that
would be wonderful.
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