Trees
...even when I am not with you
I am with you
if only through my window
as you shed your fall attire and wait to don
your winter finery
a few of you left recently
decimated by the tree service
saws
I sat by watching as they
toppled you sent you crashing to the ground
where you sent shudders through me for
the last time and then
someone came to erase what was left
grind away at your soul
at the records of your years
your dust fell
mingled with the soil
and then I went out
to claim you
to scatter as much as I could of you
among my flowers
where you will never be forgotten
at least not by them
and now it's as if nothing was
ever there at all
as if you'd never stood there
straining beneath the taller trees that had
the advantage all along but you never gave up
reaching for the sun
ever
nor will I
ever
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