Bob the lilac bush

There's a lilac bush

or a tree

or a bush-tree

none of us can actually tell

and its name is Bob

or Barbara

or Bobara

none of us can decide

and it is a gender-fluid lilac bush/tree/bush-tree

and we all love it dearly

we climb into the middle and hide there

we bike around it for Bob Dab -

the bush is in the name

but then I hear the mentors talking about why the cones are there

not only surrounding Bob

but in the middle of the big field too.

They're making a bigger building,

the mentors say

They're going to take down the little ones and replace it with a bigger one.

Are the landowners aware of Bob?

Of how we all rely on his/her/their/its presence every week?

How we run to it after our parents check us in?

How we all love Bob

more than they could understand?

I don't know why they're putting the building there

it's in such an inconvenient spot

but most of all

what about Bob?

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

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