[Nick McRae]

One Day We'll Miss This

Our maple stands tall in the autumn sun
Two boys stumble through the yard
Their screams, their cry, iridescent
Yellow leaves and the scent of a freshly
washed child, passing down the hall

Our maple will add twenty more rings
And they'll flee with the moon tide
Shadows falling on a burning lawn
A shovel twisting in the winter thaw
The echo of shoes, footprints

Our maple stands tall in the morning sun
Shadows dance on our winding street

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Inspired by John Riley's Behind the Screen