Monday Sidetrack: 4

   As the tree grew up and out and in and down, she spilled out next to her trunk and curled this way and that and formed a wavy curly cat that wasn't afraid of the dogs who passed by or the rollerskaters who seemed to fly.

   She grew up and out and all about and that was what made her who she was, what she was, and who she became and no one knew her any other way or wondered why she pressed through that dirt, around this pipe, or through that foundation. The tree was the tree long after her obvious adoration.