It Comes Dear and It’s Going Cheap
–Caj Westerberg

6
Sitting in a café
and through the window there’s a little tree. A maple.
Its leaves are fluttering.
Visible right up to the tip.
Then behind it, though actually it seems in front
a tram’s pulling up and stopping. It opens its throat
and teeth rear up.
Then the jaws clack shut and the whole contraption slides off.
In the maple
there’s a convulsion.

7
Buying and selling
selling and buying
our own life.
Bad, bad.
It comes dear
and it’s going cheap.