Trees In The City

Sometimes I notice 

that the roots of trees in the city 

tend to bleed into the striped concrete 

Staining it like a shirt 

with a little bit of life. 

Leaving it with something that 

even the strongest of cleaners could not wipe away. 

Sometimes I notice 

that the branches of trees in the city 

tend to move in ways unlike how we want them to. 

In a way like hair, 

as natural as can be. 

Some parts stick up 

Some parts drop down 

Some parts get stuck in car doors 

But if you’re poor

Some parts tend to die. 

Without product like water, 

both in need of moisturizing

The branches 

like strands 

will begin to die one by one 

from the root 

like a follicle. 

It will cause little to no pain to the tree 

But it will begin to strip away some of its beauty. 

For this death is one that few animate objects can relate. 

Because something like a tree 

is something like hair 

as natural as can be. 

You see 

Sometimes I notice t

hat the trunks of trees in the city 

tend to lean when they are supposed to stand tall 

Like the backs of those whom we assume are supposed to stand tall. 

And sometimes these trees get properly diagnosed with scoliosis, 

because their trunks are shaped like R’s 

and S’s 

and backwards R’s 

and upside down S’s. 

Sometimes I notice that trees in the city 

tend to try and ignore what is going on around them. 

Like an innocent bystander 

they feel no need to evacuate the area 

when a car crash occurs like a fight between two other trees. 

I mean people. 

Sometimes I notice that trees in the city 

tend to behave like the people in te city. 

Living and growing their entire lives 

standing shoulder to shoulder. 

And pretending as if they do not know 

that they are lonely.

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