Fertile and cleared free of weeds, the wheat sways. With a wave, shortened like an odd-yeared February. The tree your acorn left is gone but the stump remains.
With a wave, shortened like a last breath, I push the shovel into the earth and begin digging. Your stump remains. Its roots running deep beneath the Maryland grass.
I push the shovel into the earth. Enfeebled, I try to remove you. Your roots running deep beneath the Maryland grass. A battered fortress protecting something I want.
Enfeebled, I try to remove you. Placing your mementos in a shoebox. A battered fortress protecting something I want: The land that it lies on.
I place your mementos in a shoebox, out of sight. The tree your acorn left is gone and I want the land that it grew on. Fertile and cleared free of weeds.