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A workman in the white
Cage of a basket crane
With navy overalls and
Cold yellow braces leans
Into the glowing crown of
An acacia tree. He has gold
Shivering in his hands,
And he trails it over the
Small, tender growths like
A weave of gossamer. Wind
Rattles the cage and he
Touches his hat and reaches
For a junction of the branches.
Automobiles are pale shapes
That move in the lenses
Of his large black sunglasses.
He returns to the earth and
The tree is dressed in a
Thousand particles of light.
The folded crane reposes,
Dull white and bleached:
Radius, ulna, humerus.