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Heart Rot Haiku
After the cloudburst, the lightning, the raging wind, a sunny morning. Calm. Calmer. Picture perfect, except for the debris. The damage. The shattered trunk of an immense old maple tree. An ancient maple —gnarled noble, hidden heart rot —hallowed, hollowed husk. Still absorbing the loss of this monumental maple. The second and last on our […]
Geo Davis