City Trees

          City Trees

 

Some stand alone, holding the ground

Between poured stone and rushing metal.

Others huddle together;

Beyond the grass we see a street.

They sense night light

Hurtling objects

And strange smoke.

They think they live on volcanic land.

To the tree waiting at a crosswalk

I offer a view of green and grey.

 

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