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I was still 17 the night my stepfather died

The drive home from the hospital was long

When I arrived I asked a palm tree I had seen and would see for many years to come

 "How could you be so beautiful when I am this sad and all alone?"

The tree answered with moonlit fronds, in a language created with the breeze above

 

 That all is one and one is all

 

Years passed and while I think I'm awake, I forget

Then one day the neighbor came and asked to use the driveway 

To chop down the palm tree that spoke to me 

And with it the memory of a moonlit night

I asked the neighbor for the trees' heart, and made a Penne Palm delight.

 

April's poem came after such a hard March

With waves of loss and no end in sight

But I believe the palm tree that told me one dark night 

That all is one and one is all