Fake Plastic Tree

You found the fake plastic tree growing right out of the damn sidewalk across the six lane blacktop from that gyro vendor who sells yellow felafel. Mid-day traffic trundled underneath the curve of its simulated trunk, but nobody paid a single cent of attention to its majestic fronds. The tree snorted and pretended not to care. Its fauxliage nudged the high-tension wires like the tree and the power poles had all grown up and gone to the same school together and now they loitered on the sidewalk pretending to smoke cigarettes and waited for a parade-balloon giraffe to float by so they finally have something to wolf-whistle at.