the end of the maple

for 87 years her circles said
she stood rooted,
long before this little house was built
perhaps thats what split her down the middle
now her faithful green & red & orange & yellow
her secret alone
are long gone and greatly missed
but grateful now
for the ignominous sound of her sweet limbs
dropping into the barrow
to be burned
for Hestia
sacrificial Goddess of the hearth
hearteartheartheartheart
up in smoke