This house when it was new
was mine. Now we have aged
past midpoint. When I grew
that elm, I kept it caged
a year or so. It soars
and crowds the house beside,
as if the out of doors
were one great neighbor wide.
I guess we haven’t altered
because I went away,
nor would these roots have faltered
if I had chanced to stay;
and yet it seems it bided
until I turned my face,
like someone then decided
to let it have the place.
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