that spoiled his view of the ocean:
the tree had the last word,
ending its considerable life
with the Chekhovian grin
of a hole in the ground
that shouted and shouted
until my neighbour
running, heard.
Here’s the only poem I have not yet posted from my chapbook “Irresistible”, available from Finishing Line Press or Amazon.ca or Amazon.com.
Lynne Burnett 
And, even greater than that hole in the ground, the echoes of the absence of that tree.
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Yes! I’m glad that came across – thank you, Ken!
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