Tree Bites Man (Back)
Hello, West End Gingko. And welcome back from your overwintering. Reports of your demise were greatly exaggerated. Your surgeon must share my joy and sit here, too, on the sideline, cautiously optimistic that you will best the sequelae of your maiming for seasons to come.
Begging forgiveness, I, too, am guilty of premature reports and plead naiveté in the face of the awesome power of nature, and pessimism in face of human baseness, but am now woke.
Every time I walk by, I look up at you, wink and grin. You are a force to reckon with. Your resilience is a poem. Your leaves, though small, are mighty. Your trunk, though interrupted, is righteous. And your endurance is a lesson to all.
You are large, you contain multitudes, and I am in love with you,
A West End Avenue Admirer