After the cloudburst, the lightning, the raging wind, a sunny morning. Calm. Calmer. Picture perfect, except for the debris. The damage. The shattered trunk of an immense old maple tree.
An ancient maple —
gnarled noble, hidden heart rot —
hallowed, hollowed husk.
Still absorbing the loss of this monumental maple. The second and last on our street frontage to slip out of our story and into history.
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