Stop
There has been a murder here
On the corner of third and armeda there is an old wooden tree
Branches they grow lengthwise all around it
one juts out facing the corner
no one puts trees in a corner unless they are for show
one branch is all it takes, one solid, leafless branch
they hung a rope over it
as kids we used to play out there
we tied a tire to it and even then knew what fun was
as kids we hung
the branch broke under our weight, just split in two, but still stayed aloft
its still up there now, on the corner of third and armeda
the old rotted rope silently hangs from the branch
who knows how long it has been there
or how long it will be
the knot is thick and no one could remove it
a rope hung from a branch
there my childhood hangs
someone killed it