They raised our brother tree from ground to roof With block and tackle. He was much too tall For the elevator. Then they brought rich earth To make him feel at home, but the wind was harsh Blowing from the river and the sun dried His lopped roots. "Give me Watertown 36. John Allen, speaking. Yes. That evergreen I bought from you in the spring for my penthouse garden Turned brown. I think it's dead. You could chop it up And take it out by the back elevator. I want another one. Yes ... Yes. The first of the week? I'm having some people in For the week-end. I need a tree to fill That north-east corner. Yes. That's all. Good-bye." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |