Tree B Gone

I heard the saw before I reached my block
on Saturday, and wondered at the sound.
I turned the corner with a little shock,
to see big chunks of trunk be brought to ground.
I wondered how the tree had looked, leaf-crowned;
I never paid it any mind before.
I searched home photographs, until I found
a view of how it looked from our front door.

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