Sycamore Gap

a lament

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The other day I came across you,
still standing
in the bosom of the hills,
but sadly you no longer
really exist — there’s only
your digital indent to remind us.

I recall that newsflash
in late September,
the drone shot of your stump,
a roundel of unseasoned flesh,
smooth as any…