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Ed Baker, US
 

 

 

 

Neighbor

 

I thought . . .

 

I/
thought it was a
Tree of Heaven,
I swear,

she said it was

this
straddle ing
be/tween our

properties

sured
defined

beautiful shape
of
clay roof tiles

nestled into
birds
nesting

spent years
cackling
back and forth

over property

rights

cut through
perfectly
to
utility hut

trench to lay
electric in

trimmed her big
tree

actually a bushweed
fully grown

 

 

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