Long listed for the 2023 Urban Tree festival writing competition
You were always noticed even if no one knew your name. Exiled in a corner of the car park cut off from the detached landscape, sole survivor in the county. Travelling from Iran to France before the Revolution: did some émigré smuggle a cutting from his arboretum, memory of lost home, lost friends, lost fortune? Your size and strength piqued interest. Your hanging racemes shed delight. What is that tree? asked visitors. In your beauty and mystery you kept your secret well. Came the day we read the news spreading across the local press. This dangerous tree which must be felled. Caucasian wing-nut tree, Too late, a name to offer visitors. But they will appreciate two extra parking spaces.
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