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Apologizing to the tree,

the saw blade bit into thick limbs;

Spring sap blushed in the warm air

drawing puzzled bees.

Hugging the tree with one arm, feet

balance on different  branches;

pulling downward, saw’s teeth

deepens the cut;  expelled sawdust

floats coating stained sweatshirt.

Snapping free, gravity takes over;

Short ladder wobbles upon descent …

trimming the remains to fit compactly

into the green waste bin, a ladybug crawls

reluctantly onto my extended finger.

Within seconds, the red dotted hanger opens;

transparent pink wings lift it away to safety

leaving me grounded in the hot sun…