Fillmore & Wilson

The FedEx truck, it comes and goes.
The walkway builders
eat their lunch
in partial shade.
One tree gone—it got in the way.

Roses are blooming; lilies, too.
School lets out;
some students and Helena Huggybear
exchange hellos.
One tree gone—it got in the way.

Half-price sandwiches include a side.
The UPS truck comes and goes;
Helena Huggybear peers at the clouds;
something rumbles down the block.
One tree gone—it got in the way.

No shade over here
by the curb, by the tar.
Rain predicted this afternoon;
brakes squeal, sequel to a triple honk.
One tree gone—it got in the way.

The Molson beer truck comes and goes.
The lights flick-flock
red:green, green:red;
a bench would help . . . I pace in place.
One tree gone—it got in the way.

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Fillmore & Wilson