1. The poet describes a tree seen from the second floor window, with branches forming washing lines and reaching towards the sky. The tree's roots burrow beneath the building the poet is in. The poet is familiar with the tree's seasons. 2. Viewing the same tree from another room at 3am, the poet notes it takes on a different character as a still, dark silhouette. At this hour, no birds sing in its branches and it seems like a dark museum, sometimes bearing shadows from the wind. Though its life appears defeated, the tree still exists. The poet includes a note about another poem called "Transubstantiate" that is also about this tree