They’ve grown old together,
their lines and color, size and
shape, display their common
roots. Yet they don’t speak,
though planted firmly on their
own sides of the street. Not
that they don’t love each other.
When the one had a metal brace
inserted, the other saw him every
day. They feed the squirrels
together and even give the critters
a home. And they know all the
neighbors, and all the past neigh-
bors, and all the original neighbors.
No wonder the neighbors named
the street for them; it’s their street.
— Lee Chottiner