One of our plum trees fell over yesterday;
We’re not sure why, though we suspect
The deer (who have scratched my car
By resting their hooves upon it
While stretching up to eat plum leaves)
May have leaned on it too hard
And knocked it over.
By the time we found it
The leaves were mostly gone
Leaving all those baby plums exposed: so sad!
Such a waste! I couldn’t bear it,
So we plucked as many as we could
And put them in paper bags to ripen,
Alerting the neighbors,
And the folks who glean our trees
for the homeless
In case they could use some green ones.
How is it i can ache for a tree
And half my country can turn blind eyes
To the depredations of ICE?
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