as though a small town beauty pageant winner paraded through local roads tossing sweet petals like fist-fulls of candy from her seat perched high above this fragrant litter purged in layers as the Catalpa tree with its divinely designed heart-shaped leaves plainly remains an organic shade for the neighbor's ratty shed
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This is a poem I began to write 7 years ago in Massachusetts ! I realized this tree also existed in my neighbor's back yard where I live now about 2 years ago , a truly delightful discovery.The shape of this tree was different and that had thrown me, in identifying it.One day my nose was clear enough to smell the flowers on the stepping stones on my way to the car and the fragrance catapulted me back to that big tree in New England.