Monday, November 20, 2017

Giant pines

 For Diane.

She died,
The next door neighbor
We barely knew.
No
We didn’t know her
At all.
The next door neighbor
Who stayed inside
Unless
(We think)
She went
To get groceries,
Locked herself
Front and back,
Never answered the door.
She died.
The giant pines remain.
She refused
To have them trimmed.
Her nephew told us
We could trim
Whatever we wanted.
We may leave them
In her memory.

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