Trimmed

I’ve walked this neighborhood near 20 years,
and here’s a tree that often grabs my gaze.
From autumn till past April it appears
well-shaped but maybe dead. Then lit with May’s
extended sunlight it sends blooming spears
of buds. Each spring I greet belated sprays
of green as they festoon the way it’s limbed
toward earth, but now I see my tree’s been trimmed.

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