Melancholy Beauty

“I do not truly get a choice,” I said and laughed
When first I saw the lake from driveway’s end
She laughed back and told me not to be a goose
This house was built twenty years agone for her

That willow would be huge in twenty years
We turned away to see inside the home
That would be ours for nearly all that time
I (as I knew I’d be) was right about the tree


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