once, thinking himself clever, a smug sidewalk bullied its way over a tree's roots.
'deaf dog, dirty manger,' thought the tree.
the tree stretched and whispered to the sidewalk, 'i will out-wait you.'
the leaves of the next tree over got wind of the plot chiming, 'vive le revolution!'
and grew onward.
the wind shook his head and laughed at the fat, happy sidewalk, facedown wallowing in the mud, and zephyred west.
