And the leaves that aren’t there
I’m still angry.
Do you see that magnificent three-crowned tree?
My neighbor had it killed two years ago.
I asked him why.
He said it was rotting.
I saw no evidence, from leaves or trunk.
In Empty Sky, Bruce Springsteen sang of loss and emptiness on September 11, 2001.
And good and evil.
Trees are not people, but…
I’m not innocent.
Twenty years ago I cut down a Crab Apple tree.
Its sin?
Apples on the ground.
Inconvenience.
In its place
Not Joni Mitchell’s Parking Lot, but a drive-way.
And another empty sky.
I’m still angry.
