In the middle of the meadow
was a stone wall built by toil
In the middle of the stone wall
was a very old forked pine
with two huge rigid trunks that
grew out at an impossible angle
Each year new branches and needles
stretched the trunks apart until the pine
looked like a perfect stressed out wishing bone
Until yesterday when I drove by to find
the pine broken right down the middle
Sadly both branches had fallen only into their side of time
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