My memory recalls
A birchleaf pear tree
And oh how tall it was
A crowd of people
Sit beside it
Talking about something
Saying something or other
About oh how far it is
How dozens of bulls
Could never haul it back
Today
I belatedly found out
That the birchleaf pear
Really isn't all that tall
A few familiar faces
Are gone from the crowd now
And there are a few more
Strange faces than before
Talking about something
Mother stands up
From their midst
Several dozen pairs of eyes
Search my body
To see whether or not
I lost something
