The cherry tree next door
Rotten to the core
Laughed so hard it split its sides.
How could that be?
That tree -
Home to hummingbirds,
Bearing blossoms whose storm-spun petals
filled the sky at the lick of a spring breeze,
Delicately dropping fruit with the kiss of June -
Must come down.
Even trees, it seems, cannot live forever.
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