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Care of the Weeping Cherry by Allen Weber April 4, 2007 It bows now only when it needs: Brother, I've come to remove the ties from your memorial tree. Its blooms are early, pale pink under last night's dust of snow; this morning smells of fertile earth; a starling cocks his head, eyes me from the fence, near and unafraid. About the author: I'm a Michigan boy. I say that even though I've not lived there since 1978 and I now complain about the cold when it's not really all that cold. The most interesting information about me is that I am the husband of Tracy and the father of Graden, Cole, and Seth. We live in Hampton, Virginia, with a dog, three cats, and a turtle. | | | |
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