In my wood stove I'm burning a chuck
of hard maple
A tree I
regrettably had to cut down.
In it's past shade
area stands a vegetable garden.
It's a lot like
memories.
Once it was magnificent, 80 ft. high
Reduced to a stump
Still feeding and warming
The one who used
the ax.
We are just our
memories
Our version of the
past
Tough choices today
Imprint tomorrow
and forever last.
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