TWO PLACES NEAR A CHERRY GROVE

A tired, elegant home stands at the corner.

I’ve paused there many times

To see life and love flower

Next to a maturing cherry grove.

That house and its foundation have stood well.

Now, the cherry grove is gone.

Uprooted and displaced.

Young cherry roots are descending

To embrace rich, inexhaustible earth.

New life and hopes strain upward to the sky.

A new foundation is also planted close by.

Hear footprints press the path

Between two doors as people tread

To the rising home. They nurture it

With hope, care and love.

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I know that footpath will disconnect.

remembered – (no longer needed).

But, memories and expectations will fly

As back porch glances aimlessly spy.

Old elegance and the new cherry grove.

– July 7, 1992