Friendly Neighbourhood

Our little dead end
street has the
sense of comfort
is a community
we have our boundaries
in jealously guarded maples
keeping us shaded for most of the year
and in a winter gnarled tunnel

So when two are cut
down the space is felt.
Black holes eyes don’t track.
Tension climbs.

Rings counted to 106 each.
They were dying
but are missed
even with the danger removed.

The street is different today
and we don’t really feel
as secure
as buffered
as innocent
before our loss.


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