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Amid the ***** wrinkled scales of cracked and weary bark a scraggly old line leads down bereft of any aim, leads past the mottled brown and gray where mold becomes a skin, and winds a canyon’s ****** crag which tapers towards its end. Illuminated buds display the flowers half in bloom, just sparse enough to show the scar like shrapnel-wound ingrained. This spring, the tree bursts white and pink like many springs before; the patient scar still growing wider, softening its edge— a green-white-pink-brown checkerboard obscures the many lost small buds, with dead deep-green tinged shells, who wobble on their stems and fall, some landing in the **** to linger and decay. Unperturbed traffic marches down the pleasant four-lane road as ever, crushing scattered blooms like victory parades— the tree remains a safe, clean gap away, a ten foot spread on either side between the street and tree…between the new facades just built to look ornate and scar-bedecked old tree. Yet in the full of summer’s heat the tree is vibrant green; the flowers long-since fallen and in the scar become dirt.
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Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 8:47 AM UTC
The Old Scar on the Tree
Amid the ***** wrinkled scales of cracked and weary bark a scraggly old line leads down bereft of any aim, leads past the mottled brown and gray where mold becomes a skin, and winds a canyon’s ****** crag which tapers towards its end. Illuminated buds display the flowers half in bloom, just sparse enough to show the scar like shrapnel-wound ingrained. This spring, the tree bursts white and pink like many springs before; the patient scar still growing wider, softening its edge— a green-white-pink-brown checkerboard obscures the many lost small buds, with dead deep-green tinged shells, who wobble on their stems and fall, some landing in the **** to linger and decay. Unperturbed traffic marches down the pleasant four-lane road as ever, crushing scattered blooms like victory parades— the tree remains a safe, clean gap away, a ten foot spread on either side between the street and tree…between the new facades just built to look ornate and scar-bedecked old tree. Yet in the full of summer’s heat the tree is vibrant green; the flowers long-since fallen and in the scar become dirt.
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Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 8:47 AM UTC
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