Fair tree, your bare branches
Pendulous and stately, your elegant
Winter sparseness spoke to me.
I chose your certainty.
In the quietude of the car
I bring you home, just me and tree.
Twenty-one years ago
As a feisty mensch dozed
In the baby seat, the world changed.
We pulled into a different street
The cherry’s delicate blossoms now apparent
After waiting such a long time for you.
I plant this tree for you
That it might astonish us
With astronomical beauty;
That we shall see it grow.
That you will choose surely and wisely
That you will remember this meadowpatch
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