in downtown Seattle
there is a man who climbed
the eighty-foot tree by the Macy's.
he's a local on any front
(the kind with the stripes)
and strong enough to strip down some branches
and hurl them at the police when he ran out of apples
He bundles up tighter
since it's finally night
waiting through the next few hours
for the next idea.
postscript: There is actually a man sitting in the tree at this very moment.
postscript ii: he is safe