Poetry

Highway Forests

Either side of the cross-country road

Is exploding with thousands of trees

The setting sun turns the leaves into vivid emeralds

And the rolling hills turn the trees into clouds

Quick, catch the sight

Before it turns into parking lots

Sundered for a Sister

She rests at her port

Since 1979

Watching her sister come and go

With duties she once performed

Her hull bobbing

Her lifeboats swinging

It’s plain to see

She is still alive

She thrashes in the waves

She creaks in the night

She emerges from the fog

She boils in the sun

Vivid agitation emerges through her

Her personality is clear in her mannerisms

Grimacing as her body gets dismembered

For the favorite child to continue chugging