The problem with casting the evil eye
is that you have to see your victim,
which I could not when I saw that he
had cut down the weeping copper-leaved
crab-apple tree which had dark rose flowers
in spring and whose fruit made lovely jam.
It is 15 years since I planted it with joy,
ten years since I sold my little orchard.
I was beyond weeping
when I saw the sad stump today.
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