3:00 AM Marginalia: The Parking Lot Tree in Its Concrete Tomb
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3:00 AM Marginalia: The Parking Lot Tree in Its Concrete Tomb
3:00 AM Marginalia: The Parking Lot Tree in Its Concrete Tomb | Eternal First Words 3:00 AM Marginalia: The Parking Lot Tree in Its Concrete Tomb The dark presses right. 3 a.m. again, mind circling the parking lot I pulled into earlier. Grocery store run, nothing special. But there it was: a dead tree on its little island of grass, encased in concrete like an open casket. Tombstone straight, no other trees around. Supposed to green up the lot, make it "esthetic." Odd—the lot was once living soil, breathing, growing. Now it's sealed under asphalt, darkness covering earth like the beginning in Genesis, before the word split light from void. Concrete stops the spread. Inflexible footsteps tramp over what was field, trap the soil in eternal night. Then we plop one tree back in—refugee in its own bosom. Roots starved, no kin to whisper with,...
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