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To His WifeThere used to be a tree here. The sidewalk curves around its stump, eaten away by the snow and an orange behemoth wood-chipper. The cement slopes towards the road, and the aging wood rails lean outwards. The roots are still there, underneath, pushing, giving birth to a mountain. I watch as an ant carefully descends. The gentle breeze whisks away the fruit of the ant’s trek. A shriveled Armadillidiidae carcass.To His Wife
The tree’s sister, larger than her brother once was, sits untouched on the opposite side of the entrance. A newly installed fence gracefully curves around her trunk. “501,” reads her dog tag. 501.
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