No where is it seen, the old ways kept meticulously inside muscles Kurt held and held all he wanted Sara held and held all she wanted to the treasure, the gold, the green growing tree planted long ago with careful compost, deteriorating nutrients, end become end The tree is across the street. Ribbons and roses and spirit houses around it, the tamarind tree roots pushed up the sidewalk even, now uneven, now even, dug out excavation of those roots. The tree careful is across the street, seen