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Unfortunate Location by Louis Jenkins | The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor

‘Unfortunate Location’ by Louis Jenkins, and the literary and historical notes for Thursday, January 8, 2009.

Source: Unfortunate Location by Louis Jenkins | The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Unfortunate Location
by Louis Jenkins
In the front yard there are three big white pines, older
than anything in the neighborhood except the stones.
Magnificent trees that toss their heads in the wind
like the spirited black horses of a troika. It’s hard to
know what to do, tall dark trees on the south side of
the house, an unfortunate location, blocking the
winter sun. Dark and damp. Moss grows on the roof,
the porch timbers rot and surely the roots have
reached the old bluestone foundation. At night, in
the wind, a tree could stumble and fall killing us in
our beds. The needles fall year after year making an
acid soil where no grass grows. We rake the fallen
debris, nothing to be done, we stand around with
sticks in our hands. Wonderful trees.
“Unfortunate Location” by Louis Jenkins, from All Tangled Up with the Living. © Nineties Press, 1991.

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