Dezery Park, at Prefontaine and St. Catherine boasts one of the city's most foreboding sights in the city to those who dare to enter. It's a mangled, twisted, embattled piece of living lumber. Its trunk bears the scars of whatever ravages it has endured.
If it could talk it would surely tell of animals nibbling at its bark, trucks launching salt at its base, rotten east end deadend welfare kids smacking their crack pipes on its loving tendrils (Hey, calm down!--Chimples). If you look at the detail you can see the pained expression on the face that its has built for itself, telling you a message of the lives lived in that part of town.
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