I can see the flat space, framed by Oaks, where
a house was stood. I can see the line of Hibiscus, where
a lane was run. I can see the Pecan, where
a swing was swung.
I will return in the fall, to gather fruit
from the neglected Apple tree
in the forgotten orchard.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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