Pink Snow

I walk by these trees every day on the way to the train. Over the winter they lost their leaves, like good trees do. And they began collecting trash--grocery bags mainly. Occasionally larger items would find their way into the branches: a pair of sneakers, an unraveled VHS tape, casually discarded undergarments. It was actually sort of picturesque. I still want to use the lyric "land of the grocery bag trees" in a song. But I haven't found an appropriate place to put it.

Anyhow, over the past week something exciting has happened. The grocery bag trees have burst to life. It happened with great immediacy--overnight. The trees are in heat. And there is pink snow falling in the street. At the base of the trees there's a 4'x4' plot of dirt where the roots go. Usually this small plot of dirt is pretty unsavory: candy wrappers, broken glass, and dog-shit. The pink snow has begun collecting in these dirt-oases. It has covered up the dog shit. Watch your step.

You must take the J-train

Buddy if you want to go to Brooklyn