The tree on the hill
before it dips into the highway,
the tree my side of the easement,
the tree which stands candle stoic,
its leaf in yellow folding,
tinges of green remaining,
the tree where might live the bat
I haven't seen since late October,
the tree bridal dressed
now bare bone before the altar.
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