do you remember
the stately old
black locust
that shaded the front yard
or just the stump
that quietly took its place
one year

or the exuberant young
cherry trees that
played in the neighboring field
growing high above the tall grasses
until one summer they
sprouted furniture, appliances, walls,
and a plaque that read "3833"

the trails and secret hideouts
in the wild woods
brambled ravines and
covert creeks
the natives looked suspiciously like
the cars that drive there now
will never know



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