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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

A tree dies

The sound of a chainsaw.
Once living oak
tumbling on green grass.
No more acorns,
No more birds.

There's less oxygen in the air
More sunlight on the lawn
Memories have died.
I wonder what it feels?

This winter it will live again
briefly, glowing in the fireplace
as I huddle around its warmth
Thinking of how cool its shade was.

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