ode to the departed tree
Dear thief who stole my eucalyptus tree from our front porch,
In your possession is a tree that has been resurrected from near death. Its young trunk and branches, which probably sits in your front yard, took almost two years to mature.
A relocation wilted her leafy coat and then a desert summer toasted her fragrant leaves and branches. But, i coaxed her, told her to hang on, and watered her wounds in the early morning. When the hot weather faded, she gave birth to fragrant new branches. In the early A.M. I’d greet her with a rub of her petals and young branches, praising her on her growth and enjoying the lovely perfume she shared when I filled her pot with fresh water.
How proud she stood enduring the cruel summer that recently passed!
The day before you stole her, I touched her rather gently, spoke to her softly and fixed her drooping crown. I apologized for not seeing her as often as before; told her she was still lovely and her perfume was my favorite smell.
Please take care of her. Plant her softly in the earth; she is still a new mother and has not yet grown out of her wounds.
A gardener in mourning, as she listens to Quix*o*tic’s sitting in the park .