'her trees'

for ms. merry.....

i wrote this years ago. when they first
started construction in my neighborhood...

i was just beginning to go thru my marriage
break up. and i would walk up the street to
sit among the trees and cry. figured that way
the kids didn't have to watch me fallin'
apart, and the trees could comfort me.

then they tore them down.......

they plowed down her trees
and she wept.
they forgot to take the sky tho.
the clouds became her refuge.