Aspen's Broken Heart

The tress have changed over night
Green to gold - falling down to Earth
and drifting to the sea;
never to be heard from again.

The flag waving proud in the autumn
breeze isn't at half mast this week.
Let's celebrate life - and change!

But my optimism goes unheard.

My uncle's in the other room stressed about bills
and my Gran is just as unstable.

There's an Aspen tree across the parking lot
behind a blue house - standing taller than
the land lines.

It's a thin tree compared to the other's
The split down it's middle reminds me of
a broken heart -
Just barely touching it's other half.

If I were an artist I'd draw it.

For now,
I'll just watch it sway back and forth
and compare it to my own broken heart.

- Gower

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