Tallows

I have watched the tallows

grow tall

on the verge across the street,

the way they lose their leaves,

 

such a delicate fading to fragility.

 

Each spring they return

a countenance of optimism.

 

I observe, more through

habit and familiarity

than necessity

as each transformation

becomes a fleeting echo

 

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