The transfixed transgender transient transcends traditions, while watching white workers wonder why weeping willows weep.
"I don't understand nature," words white worker one.
"Yeah, I couldn't care less about why the willow weeps or what makes the sky blue," another aimlessly answers.
The transfixed transgender transient's tears trickle toward tangled thistles thwarting treacherous trenches through time.
"The willow weeps only to mock you and the sky knows no other color than your despair," the transient tacitly testifies, then travels tenuously to total tranquility.