How many people can pass the same tree and have different thoughts? Shel Silverstein aside, what are the trees of New York? The New Jersey wetlands do more to scrub the air in New York City than all of Bloomberg's million trees ever will. The trees are under control. Frederick Law Olmsted planted Central Park with the idea of a romantic garden in mind. The trees were planted purposefully askance. The grid gone spaghetti soft.
The trees break the sidewalk. The trees count your steps. Your stride fits between trees. The trees seldom show ill-use, outside of the occasional restaurant permanently celebrating Christmas with a wending choke of white lights plugged in year-round or sycamore trunk bearing a purple graffitied initial.
The trees give your dog directions. The trees hold scarves, hats and pilates balls. They get shaggy with blossoms, perfume bloated to over-ripeness. They mark the seasons and track the sun. They bend around corners and flick you the bird. They hold onto rain showers and continue to drip for hours after.