after clearing some space
and finding a deep discount
at the nursery
they planted the tree in the fall
another memorial to their departed son
standing through the winter
quivering in the cold wind
postponing the question
“will it live?”
in the warming rays of spring
the question returned
she asked it
he gave assurances
even as the lifelessness remained
but when the green buds appeared
it was he who shed tears
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