Old Foundation

amidst the tangle of trumpet vines young saplings and half rotted stumps where buffalo grass is near head high an old stone foundation silently rests it bore the full weight for many years an unpainted wooden barn, i’ve been told but the structure is long gone now the foundation all that is left to show in the middle stands a black locust tree i judge to be at least forty feet tall long sharp thorns glistening red in the light of cool evening sun a replacement for the old barn perhaps i believe the foundation thinks this too the kinship of stone and wood found those many long years ago i’ve thought about removing the tree but have decided to let it stand even a foundation needs a companion long days and nights are ahead