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Three london planes stand in front,
Magnificent large trees all of them.
Ours to admire while we live here,
They shelter us under their shade.
A glorious tall ginko rises on the side,
Higher than any I’ve seen before.
And a huge silver maple arches over
The pin oak behind our back deck.
We have a perimeter of living wood
Around us, trees that are centurions.
We walk the ground beneath not rooted,
Casually coming and going like fallen leaves.
I imagine this dwelling as a tree house.
Up on the third floor perched under the canopy
The view looks out through the branches
And I pretend I am a bird sitting here.
