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October 25, 2011

The cottonwood tree across the way stands
bright and shimmering in the morning sun
its yellow leaves shaking on their stems.
It is the tallest tree on the block, the very
thing that got its brother cut down.
It seems it blocked the sun from my
neighbor’s would-be garden.  
Her walnut tree was next to go.
She feared Death By Falling Walnut.
But I revere my walnut trees and
everything about them.  I would love
to have it said, In the end, that big old tree 
got the better of her.  As well it should.

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