Beep Tree

From an undream page (though you won't believe that) of Chris Wayan's journal, late 1998

Beep beep beep beep. I look out my bay window. A man and a tree are walking down my hill, side by side: he near the curb, the tree (his height, but thinner) riding in the bed of a beeping little truck. The man, in fluorescent orange, sprays water in a high arc onto my sidewalk messy as porn-flick come, while the tree glides down my street bewildered. Aren't we just as lost? Plopped into jobs like a rootballed tree. Someday saplings will get equal opportunity: to drive that truck down my block and spray bewildered beeping rooted men.