The sidewalk trees drop
their skirts of dirty snow
for a silver-tongued winter rain,
exposing a careless mulch of cigarettes butts,
not to mention the occasional dog turd
and chicken bone.
Nothing better to do, trees,
than eat, shit, and smoke
as you wait at the curb
to be picked up by spring?
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