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Boo Radley
The hollow tree,
The soap doll,
The lucky pennies—
He watches from his windows
Trapped by his coughing curtains
His dusty smile
And the glint of scissors.
He watches sadly from his windows
He has always been watching
He will always be watching
His smile as glassy as the windows—
Till one night he is with me
Solid and sure as a tree
Sweet sap flowing inside his crooked smile
Protector.
He was once like a playing tree for us
The kind we’d carve our initials in
And swing recklessly from its branches.
Now he is like a honeyed September tree
Fading in warm sunset rain
So sad,
His hands like bark
Leaving me alone on the porch,
Moths and streetlights.
He is the ghost that saves
He is the missing color
Flashing from the window
Lighting up the tree,
The tree called
Compassion
Understanding
Love.
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