My neighbors tree
ignoring property lines,
trespasses in my yard.
In the summer,
I borrow its shade like a cup of sugar.
I grumble in the fall,
blisters on my hands from raking.
I worry about its comforting branches
breaking under the weight of ice, snow or strong winds.
If I’m vigilant I may see a goldfinch
tucked in it’s branches.
Resilient, tall and strong
the tree inspires me.
I know the tree can not be owned,
but it is mine.
Was he even paying attention?
He was.
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