from sap in an amputated sycamore
trunk, maimed a story high, secondarybranches make shade while palm sized
leaves stir orchard grass air. Titmouseand chickadee take refuge there, within
a statuesque tree formed from a stump cappedwith creeper like a chimney no longer in use.
Mottled bark wraps working limbs, sparseon the east side to neighbor a dogwood.
Up the main west offshoot, one arm stretches,elbow bends up, protruding, then tenders more
boughs to capture all possible light from the day,as intended. Tonight fireflies will crack darkness,
like children with sparklers, bright and clear,then linger in the sanctum of a sycamore stump.
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