I took a stroll down Cyprus Street, the hot sidewalk beneath my feet. The one thing that stood out the most, where trees once stood, there were lamp post. I'd never seen so much concrete, no Cyprus left, on Cyprus Street. According to my great aunt Gem, they used to be a lot of them. They cut them down, they took their wood. A treeless street is plumb no good. Just like a treeless neighborhood. So tell the man next time they meet, to change the name, to lamp post.