what do you hope for, now that it's done? what change in obamaland do you hope for? what changes beyond hope? will the throbbing un-housed music continue to resound? will the speeding motorcycles still rip the asphalt air? will there be blackhawk helicopters hovering? will they alight like impossible birds of prey atop his illuminated white tower? will the homeless be allowed respite in his library? there are questions floating in the dusty wind, but there is no question anymore about the fate of the trees. they are repurposed in his parlance.