you were our fairy tree

children climbed inside spilled

out of your hollow bowl like elves


they climbed up rough bark

to the top where a few leaves still



they leaned on you – beautiful

women loving you as grandmother

climbing inside you to the top


they bring their children to

your magic place, snap photos

remember who they used to be


I walk the dog and sit on your bench

at midnight and once

I became you I became a tree beneath the stars


fairy tree, ghost tree, old friend