red cedar
twice as tall as
the house
planted too close
seeded by
a bird’s bill
a chipmunk’s cheek
trunk broad as
the torso of Achilles
ill-fortune, call it fate
fells it
end of
shade-littered roof
snow-domed branches
was Helen
oak-wood or cedar
perfumed plank
or salt-rimed prow
the rived stump
rose-vein of the wood
now plinth
hearth
here the doll’s
glass eyes
charm, an eidolon
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