August Poem 35: Shadows of Life

By the time of the fresh green pine. The trees.

They stood in their full spring. In their tender

Branches. They reached straight up as if pulling

Some unseen mark. The years of new growth seen

Only with time to look. Both the new green

And the two men in dark suits. Of man. Birds

And eggs. Frogs. Mice. Rats. And snakes. Existence

Pulled out of their jacket pockets. Hidden

In plain sight. Circumcision. Prayer times. Day.

The sharp black and green parallel lines. Black

Copies of playboys. Off the top of my

Head, they don’t exist in nature. But they

State, come with us, the black and green of life

Your eyes can only pick out when it moves.