Among the other oddities, a sapling
planted too close to the house.
The owners didn’t care if roots
would break through pipes.
They wanted shade.
The sapling grew to tree that dropped
chokecherries poisonous to dogs.
It left a mess of purple leaves
that stained the deck.
Just like that, the tree is gone.
Where will birds perch in the spring?
What will they eat?
How will I know the wind is here?
The world is somehow emptier now.
published in Iceberg's Poetry
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