A Forgotten Sentry

Deep emerald maple leaves blossom on my neighbor’s tree. The trunk—in shadow—looks almost black. It casts little shade over the aging, clubhouse-swing set that my neighbor worked so hard to erect.

The one no one has played on in so long.

empty backyard
leaves flutter in a passing
summer breeze

Photo by Yonan Farah

first published in Image Curve, January 24, 2019

for dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight #236 (pubtended by Grace)

With Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform (imagined by Anmol (HA))

11 replies »

  1. I bet the tree is subtly larger, waiting for grandchildren maybe… that is how I think of the empty playhouse room in our house, beautifully written. The solidity of nature, the fluidity of passage.

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