Tangled brush and branches tightly embracing
Hugged the corner for so many years
In spring adorned by dots of wildflowers
Tall weedy spires of purple and gold
In December held out woody stems
That reached out through winter's blanket
To point a finger at the sky
A painted sign pushed in amongst what was free
Advertised the price of conversion
And a three bedroom with attached garage
Tamed the space with landscaped dreams
A two-wheeler clumsily thrown by a porch rail
Promised of other memories waiting to be made
In the scarred tree where I nailed together
The house where my childhood lived
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