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Photo: S.G. Valdes

The sidewalk split at 2029. Burst.
Walking by, I almost missed
the tree we fought about
three stories tall, two decades thick.
You would smile your inward smile to see
the tangled cords of pear, unfruitful, like the marriage.
Knobby, exposed
guarding the house, your pride.
When you left, Louise moved in, heard children in our room.
Had I said it was a nursery years before?
I don’t remember what you think of ghosts.
The couple who came after us have parted.
Solace in roots.


Written by Lesley Valdes

December 8, 2009 at 4:06 am

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