stump solstice.

this is a tree that gave up when the solstice tower broke ground. the tower blocked the light and made a fierce wind tunnel that blew the tree down. oh, it probably was dying anyway, and the solstice glass and metal wind just hastened its passing. i look up at the tower and it vanishes at the top, my camera is blinded by it's glare, and we are again engulfed in artificial light, and like ambulant trees, swept away. someday there will be more towers than trees, and the wind will blow us down.

p.s. after i wrote this i read this:

Come in, Maxim, apartment blocks
are wrapped in ammunition staircases,
and window-medals sparkle in the night.

Every building here is a kind of bust,
an elevator ascends like vomit.

Of furniture there is a stump.
Come in, Maxim,
it’s nothing like lie dying by a harbor.

Take a sit on a stump.
Don’t cast a shadow.
Keep the coat on.

from "Guest"
by Valzhyna Mort


p.s.s. after the walk i read the other guy, katz's weblog, and in his town trees fell in a microburst, crushing houses. i'm noticing more and more trees and their falling. it seems to me this is a time of conning towers, sick trumps and woeful stumps.