11:48p. 7 December, 2019. thirteen years.

it is open to the sky
it is.
Open to the sky.
I crane my neck back to see
am nearly blinded by hot tears

“that asshole maple”
sending whirligigs down every autumn
I could sit out on my deck for ten minutes after a rainstorm started and not get wet.

Gone it’s
Gone.

Open to the sky.
The sky, huge.

Open to the sky.