Across the street
a tree is being cut down
branches lie on the quayside
the tree falls with a thud
light falls on the stones
four men in orange overalls
fasten steel cables around its bark
it is hoisted
the tree passes the window
the room disappears in its shadow
the men yell
the tree passes through the sky
which is blue as a doll's eye
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