There's a charge in the air; one feels theatmosphere r.amp up for something huge.
Suddenly, all is white hot light and
bullet.crack of thunder --- the tree falls,
a casualty of war in the
skies. (It was my favorite, the old
maple that had stood faithfully on
the border of yard and woods --- the
one that gave me summers of climbing
pleasure, the one that blushed vivid red
in Autumn, the one the raccoons made
a home in. It exchanged its life for
mine, took the shot in my stead --- never
got around to thanking it until
now. Thank you, Tree. I could have been --- you ---)
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman
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