because things get taken away
and impermanence
marks the land of the living,
her tiny tree has been destroyed.
(there is no reason to make this a fancy poem)
someone planted a tree in her memory
and then the tree was cleared away.
i doubt the driver knew
whose little roots were being ripped out of the ground
when he mowed her down–
there was not a plaque or warning
and that i suppose is my fault.
i should have done more to protect it
(i should have done more to protect her).
and i am devastated and indignant and mad at the earth
even though it is not the earth’s job to love her
it is just so tough sometimes to live in a temporal place
when she already resides in eternity
and the space between cannot yet be crossed.
