HAVEMEYER AND O'TOOLE
No uncertainty is left beneath these
enterprising elms. They stretch
their fancied arms above the
Heavens. Yet, in all the world
those arms are bare. Winter bides
its time, a cloak of gray it wears.
Two men come forth from the
hardware trucks, asking for directions
to Seema Ave. I tell them I used
to know that, but everything's been
changed and I have lost all my
direction - oriented now, as
I am, to nothing. They look
perplexed, and gladly step
back into their busy truck.